My friend sent me a Guardian article about how the Fringe needs to be shorter, and like bull charging towards a square of red hanky I read it. Different people have different experiences of the Fringe, and everyone has their own idea of what they'd like to get out of it. Clearly I needed to get some of my emotions out, because I absolutely went off on one here, before heaving and ho-ing my way back to some sort of sensible discussion of the last week of the Fringe which was, for the record, one of the most exciting weeks of comedy I've ever done!

The Fringe is still happening! We're into the last week, and I'm breaking apart at the seams. About half an hour ago I did a spot on a show and just spoke about how tired I am. I asked if anyone had cried recently, and this girl told me she's going back to Jordan in two weeks and she's really scared, and her boyfriend was there and he's not going back with her. I told them a story from my life. It was beautiful. By this time next week, it'll all be over.

The time-distorting power of the Fringe has got me forgetting what things have happened when. I've been telling this new story on stage for what seems like months now, but I realised a few minutes into the pod that it only happened on like Tuesday night, so I hadn't told it on here yet. Insane. I'm having the time of my life out here, let me tell you.

Today while I was looking for a place to deposit cash into my Monzo account, a girl turned around and handed me a condom. It was in a really colourful round packet thingo, and looked kind of artsy. A small part of my brain thought she might have been flirting with me. During this week's podcast I pulled it out and saw there's a QR code on the back of the packet. It sends you to the page to buy tickets for a show - she wasn't flirting with me, she was flyering me. I've been swindled by my own vanity here... The Edinburgh Fringe is absolutely fantastic.

Here's that video from Campbell Walker about finishing things I was talking about:

https://youtu.be/WlKSBblYGH0

On Friday after I went for a swim in Barcelona I stumbled on this neighbourhood deli in what I guess is a kind of fancy part of the Gothic Quarter. The guy made me a sandwich, and I ate it on the marble step of a nearby apartment building. It was such a beautiful moment. The last week has been full of things like that. I'm having the best time.

On Wednesday night I did a gig in a bingo hall that would have to be up there with one of the worst I've ever done. Top 5 I reckon. I have nothing against any of the people involved in booking me for the gig or putting it together - if anything I am still very grateful for the work! But boy, it was a rough one hahahaha... Still, I'd rather relive that again than have to feel the stress I'm feeling right now about flying tomorrow. This is absolute torture. Eugh.

It's the last week of winter! This time next week I will be in the air, on a plane headed for BARCELONA!! EUROPE!! It's happening oh my god it's finally happening I honestly can't believe it. I'm so excited, and scared, and nervous, and incredulous. This is going to be the best summer EVER!!!

I went to a notary public yesterday to get the last of the forms signed for the US company that's distributing my special! Before I had to get this thing notarised I had no concept of what a notary public was, and now that I've dealt with two of them, I know even less. Who are these mysterious figures? Where do they come from? And why did the one I saw yesterday have four gold chests in his office like a pirate? All valid questions, any help welcome.

This morning I tried oil painting for the first time, and far from attaining a state of clarity, I was just reminded of all the times in primary school that my art teacher got mad at me for making shit stuff out of clay. Then about 9 minutes in to this week's podcast, while trying to figure out what paint is made out of, I think I attained that state of clarity. If clarity is having your mind completely empty of any thoughts, then yeah, I was right there. It was glorious.

This week in therapy we spoke about feelings - CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?? Lucky for me, there's been heaps of stuff this week to practice on. Also my friend Bella Fowler wrote a phenomenal article for news.com.au about the decision on abortion in the US, so I challenged myself to speak about that for a while without saying anything stupid. I reckon I got through it.

Bella's Article: