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Taayyyyyy in the mother fucking win everybody. Nell's back.

So it is the night before I leave for tour.

I haven't shit in six days and that is not a fucking joke,

but I oddly feel fine, which is weird.

So I am fluctuating feeble, fragile,

fuckless, and on the brits with a capital F.

I am both wildly unprepared and also simultaneously feel like I've been rehearsing

for this live show my entire life.

In true bitch Bible podcast form,

I have opted out of any form of monologue or script.

I'm just going with the godly flow.

There is video elements, there are props, there is Richard,

there might be a cameo from Beverly Mitchell, there are feathers,

there are vodka, there is a tap dancing gramma Gloria.

You will never see a live show like this and I might never do it again

because what it's doing to my colon is not okay.

The level of planning and anxiety and I'm sweating like I wake up

in a full cold sweat every single morning.

I've looked like Charlize Theron and Monster all weekend full hibernation mode.

You know, I'm learning how to establish boundaries with people because

I think it's really important at a certain age in your life,

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