I grabbed a nap before the first show last night and I think it threw me off my game, but Beth had good things to say about the week, so I don't think it was too detrimental. My Hooters joke worked better second show than it did first show, and my Ferrari joke is still being troublesome, but I guess that means when it finally works it'll feel better.

Here's a good random treat: I had a terrible nightmare about eating it on stage.

The room looked like a "hall", and I was behind a podium for some reason. Anyway I started in on my stuff about how I don't drink and some lady heckled me and said that people who have drinking problems wouldn't appreciate me making light of their problems. I told the lady I have a drinking problem and continues but she had already convinced the audience she was right. So I struggled through my material and (here's the worst part) I could see the club owner (who doesn't exist in reality) light me and then approach the stage. Clearly I had lost the audience and he wasn't happy. I woke up while the headliner (Dan O'Sullivan, who does exist) was telling me he couldn't believe I ate it that bad two weeks in a row.

That was the worst part of the dream; apparently now I'm not allowed at TWO imaginary-clubs...