February 10, 2016
99.5 degrees, but that’s with 400 mg of Ibuprofen. I didn’t check it before I took the medication. Slept most of the day and feeling a bit buggy now. I was supposed to hit two mics tonight but there’s no way I could even get off the couch. My intention was to hit 7 before the show I’m doing on Saturday night at The Stand.
Yesterday I hit the 5:00 mic at Stand Up NY. I got there at 5:30 which was just about the right time to go up–with only two comics ahead of me. I like that mic because you know where you are in the queue. I left 5 min after my set, and the host made some comment about how comics should stay and support. I’m like — dude I do plenty of that. I was hacking away, and needed to grab a bite before my 7pm writing class.
I have to laugh at myself–when I took my first class last year (a’workshop’ format) I wished there was more formal instruction re: the art of joke writing. Now in this class–I find myself sitting there, fuming away because we’re spending too much time talking about how to write jokes (there’s no pleasing this girl). I just wanted to get up and work on this urine drug screen bit because I felt really stuck.
Listened to Larry the Cable Guy earlier today and was impressed by the way he structures his jokes and plays with language. It’s so smart in its idiocy.
Ok, I’m going to try and meditate (cough cough, sneeze sneeze)