That picture is just a coincidence

Yesterday before the my ritual going-to-the-Funny-Bone, I had to do Laundy, eat, and get a form from my condo association saying it's OK for the cable guy (who was scheduled for Wednesday 8am-12pm) to do work on my condo. I accomplished all three, I now have clean socks, shirts and underwear, I ate a medium BIG MONTANA combo from Arby's, and I got the form (and today I got internet and cable at my condo). Afterwards I went to Westport, where Pam graciously made me a pot of coffee, which I drank pretty much by myself. I was number three in the line-up, Keith Cissel MC-ed, Janine Brito lead off, followed by John Garrison, then ME! It was probably the coffee because I was SUPER HYPER on stage. I talked really fast but was coherent, I even spit a little when I talked, which was embarrasing, but it got a laugh. I did [TETRIS] at mach speeds, and threw in some unexpected facial features and hand gestures during my blackout/shampoo bit. Anyway, I had an absolute BLAST last night, which goes to show that I guess it is cyclical; or at least I was motivated by last weeks utter failure. Keith Cissel said that I was improving, which is a huge compliment, I thanked him and tried to seem sincere, but I am afraid I just came off as super hyper. Then I drank ANOTHER POT of coffee (THANKS, PAM!). Kevin Patterson said that last night was a great way to lead into my week at Fairview Heights; since I'll be doing more shows this week than I have ever done before, I am going to try to write what happened after every show, or within 24 hours at least. That way I have an entire week in my blog that progressively shows what it's like to do comedy almost everyday. Also, in regards to the coffee, I barely slept at all last night, but that doesn't matter, because I've drank a TON again today. Man, when I come down, I'm going to sleep for days...