I got caught up in the improv and the wackiness, and I became a parody of myself. I didn't stick the landing.
You're sort of just running on fumes, and then you're showing up to something with little in the tank and you start to pick things apart: Why am I doing this film? Why isn't this script better? Why didn't that director call me...?
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