Comedy confidence crisis

Forty Eight hours until my first stand-up gig, but is what I think of as funny, funny? Staring at the material I have written through the lense of abject terror is not encouraging.
I will have confidence in the material
I will have confidence in the material
I will have confidence in the material
aarrghghhgh!!! Looks at booking immediate flights to Antwerp or Gothenburg.
(Those are funny place names, right?)
A man walks into a comedy club!
“Idiot”, he thinks. “what are you doing here?”

(Did I mention how fond of my comfort zone I was? It was a great place and I was very attached to it indeed! Out here in the wilderness of uncertainty under the gathering clouds of abject failure, pressing on into the headwind of self doubt, I am starkly reminded of the sofa by the fire in the familiar lounge of normality!)*
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*Probably the effect of my late night snack, i.e a bit cheesy, oh and of course, … crackers!

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