Brick by Brick

Had another good show, but not in the "my jokes are funny" way, more I think my stage fear is gone. I usually get nervous less and less it seems everyday, but today I was nervous for maybe the 3o seconds before the host brought me on.

I got on stage and felt no pressure or nerves. I got a 15 minute spot, onto which I wanted to do all new jokes. I did about 13 minutes of new jokes, and ended with 2 old minutes. A lot of the jokes didn't do too well, but it didn't affect me. I kept going with it. I think I maybe got 5 new possible minutes. I will rework it and do those minutes at Winston's on Friday. I butchered and cut short a few jokes, oh well. The crowd was a little uninterested. Intervention is such a messed up show. And no I will not give that a new paragraph, I am watching it now and there is a women that hasn't swallowed food in 14 years. Whackos.

But anyways back to the comedy. I was happy with my performance, I'm finally getting that comfort I wanted. Oh and I was completely sober. 2 of my last 3 shows I was a little drunk, but today I had no alcohol. I'm excited about that.

I need to buy a camera to start taping my shows. I still only have one video uploaded and it was from my 6th show, and the nerves were obviously showed on the tape. I sent it to a guy to try to book a show, and he didn't respond. I take it he wasn't interested. It wasn't a great tape so I kind of understand, but I wanna get booked wherever I can.

I scheduled 40 hours now at Home Depot. God it's a boring job. Just walk around all day, my feet are sore. I bought some insoles today so I hope that helps. Also, due to me being a fat ass, my inner thighs chaffed like you wouldn't believe. God this Invention chick is rediculous. Oh and I didn't go to the gym today by choice for the first time in like 3 months. I've been doing pretty good about going to the gym, but I figured I needed a break. Hitting it hard again tomorrow.

I rambled enough, good night Mom.

Observation of the day: What parent thought of putting soap in a child's mouth? My dad found the perfect amount that wouldn't kill me, but would make me remember telling people I had a "shitty day" was not appropriate table talk . And thanks for that conviently placed pubic hair for that extra motifying touch.