Today I have to start writing the next song for my show. Um…Nope. No ideas. Caffeine didn’t help. The fear of a looming deadline didn’t do it. Forcing myself to just sit the heck down at my desk didn’t just make it magically happen.
It was Trump. Specifically the comment that the 3,000 Puerto Ricans who died from the hurricane, didn’t actually die. (Seriously. Read the article here.)
Okay, well, yep that did it.
Oof. It’s over. Cookouts and sunblock and road trips and cute sandals.
Next up: Staff meetings and carpool coordination and time to dye your hair back from that Summer Beach Blanket Bingo Blonde experiment to Office Brown.
I’m a comedian. You’d think I spend my days writing jokes, funny songs, doing photo shoots like lying in a massive pile of banana peels. You know, the usge. Because that seems like what a comedian should do. But nope. Nopety nope nope. I am a professional Self-Promoter. Ugh. Garglefalookymuuuuugh. (That’s a comedy barfing sound.)
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