I've never had a huge desire to work in breakfast radio fulltime, even though it's considered the most "prestigious" timeslot by many. These 4am starts are a killer, particularly when you're a night owl like me.
Co-ordinating a publicity and fundraising campaign for the Brisbane Arts Theatre, and workshopping some really exciting new concepts for Impro Mafia are also taking up a fair amount of my time. But more on those later.
Point is, I'm tired. I've got bags under my eyes that wouldn't get on a plane as hand luggage. I'm shuffling like one of George A. Romero's finest. I'm deep-throating Pepsi Max like... well, I'll let you invent your own comedy comparison here. I'm even too tired for innuendo.
Today, being Friday, is the culmination of the week, and an exponential rise in the tiredness. I swear I could have fallen asleep reading the news this morning (that's not a reflection of the content). Tiredness leads to mistakes, and I fluffed a few times each bulletin this morning, including the delightful "transpurting" instead of "transporting". Weird.
What adventures have you had while tired? Any memorable achievements or mistakes?
