Meetings, for some reason, have been popping up out of nowhere, so I find myself to be v. tired tonight, too tired for Don Quixote. I'm giving myself the night off.
The tiring part of it isn't the driving all around Los Angeles, it's the having to be perky and upbeat. If I were naturally perky and upbeat, why on earth would I have gone into comedy? Comedy people, as a class, do not score high in the people-skills department, although many of them are perfectly charming once the ice is broken. Strangers, however, can be difficult.
In the meantime my son is playing this YouTube thing over and over, so I don't see why y'all shouldn't have to hear it too: