It’s 1:24am. Just finished T25. Exhausted. Came back from an open mic, which I bombed at. But that’s not super surprising since, well, I was the first one up and we had like 4 audience members. But that’s how comedy is. On stage though, I started figuring out the cues, and how I should look at people, how I should talk, it started coming back to me. I felt comfortable standing, but the words out of my mouth didn’t feel comfortable. It felt rehearsed, and it was. I’ve been doing some of the same good, safe jokes for…well 3 years now. Of course I occasionally throw in a few there, but they’re not fresh, and they don’t necessarily reflect me as a person anymore. So, off to keeping my head down and writing. I saw some great comics today, and wow. The day I can get on that level, wow.
Anyway, kind of a food bust, not going to lie.
Breakfast I had three eggs, brewed coffee, lunch I had a lunch meeting with my counselor and I got a red curry (which was actually not too unhealthy…it wasn’t a full cream sauce) and I ate just about half of my rice, which is a huge accomplishment for me since I normally will eat EVERYTHING. Snack I had a americano with half and half, and dinner I had veggie sushi, edamame, and 2 damn sake sangrias. And then before my performance, I got such bad anxiety, I got a gin and water. And it was anxiety more with people…
But the sad thing is, that the way I reasoned that I could even get the drinks, was that I had a weird, bad day.
That is all. I have a friend sleeping over tomorrow. Place is a mess. Kisses. Night.
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