Will called me last night after going to see Dane Cook live. I shuddered and asked him how it went.
Will: He was actually funny. He's funnier as a comedian than -
Me: - than he is as a comedic actor?
Will: *resigned* ...Yes.
In other news, I am really struggling for content here. I was telling Kyle last night that it has been too easy to achieve my goal of at least a 5 line paragraph a day, and that I'm thinking of bumping it up to five 5-line paragraphs for the second half of the challenge. I think it would force me into some kind of narrative, and it would make me choose to write about topics worth discussing for 25 lines.
So look forward to me pulling my hair out on the 14th as I try to think of YET MORE NOTHING to talk about. Won't that be fun? Kill me. I see now why veteran participants of NaBloPoMo always talk about how shitty last November was. BECAUSE THAT IS LITERALLY ALL THERE IS TO TALK ABOUT. I was looking forward to coming home, taking a shower, lotioning up and going to bed, but then I remembered that I have yet to make my fucking contribution today. So here I am, cranky at 8:30. I'm so fucking old.
HOWEVER. Today is Friday, and that is sweet. Tomorrow and Sunday I'm off.
BUT. After Sunday, my new schedule kicks in and I get Tuesday and Thursday off. LAME.
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