The comfort... could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition
I leave for Boston tomorrow. I've been finishing the paper I present Sunday this evening... the one on Wil Wheaton. (My other two papers I'm presenting were finished months ago.)
I realize you're all a bit behind on things.
Saturday night was entirely out of control. I guess before I got home, the cops had ALREADY been here. Hilarious. I don't expect to see Caitlin in this house again.
Sunday, I spent my day writing this identity-centered analysis of Neuromancer, then headed off to the Hangout, putting together a quite bad parody of James Taylor's Carolina On My Mind.
I waited for a while, hanging out with Tina and Charles and watching the Browns get destroyed. The Standup Open Mic night host still hadn't arrived, so Ed asked if I could grab my guitar and play awhile until the host showed up.
I ended up playing about 35-40 minutes. My set pretty much included all my comedy-related material... with a notable exception of a song I don't play anymore. Afterward, the other comics took the stage... one was funny, the rest really weren't. People liked me, they participated when I needed their participation, and in general it was a great night. I did my first full comedy set without even expecting it and came away okay. More than okay, really, but I don't want to come across the wrong way to y'all. The setlist, roughly: Carolina/Jailbait/VD/Spur-M/37/Bush Voter/Blondie's Got A Boyfriend/Sam To Your Clarissa/Shawn Kemp Is My Daddy Blues/Waterfalls.
Three hours later from writing the above, Ohio is getting mocked by Akron, I'm tired and wishing I could go out, but know I have to be up in just a few hours. There's a million things I could write about; there's a million things on my mind. But I'm tapped, and almost to the point of not even really caring about a lot of things anymore, because I'm emotionally exhausted for the time being.
I realize you're all a bit behind on things.
Saturday night was entirely out of control. I guess before I got home, the cops had ALREADY been here. Hilarious. I don't expect to see Caitlin in this house again.
Sunday, I spent my day writing this identity-centered analysis of Neuromancer, then headed off to the Hangout, putting together a quite bad parody of James Taylor's Carolina On My Mind.
I waited for a while, hanging out with Tina and Charles and watching the Browns get destroyed. The Standup Open Mic night host still hadn't arrived, so Ed asked if I could grab my guitar and play awhile until the host showed up.
I ended up playing about 35-40 minutes. My set pretty much included all my comedy-related material... with a notable exception of a song I don't play anymore. Afterward, the other comics took the stage... one was funny, the rest really weren't. People liked me, they participated when I needed their participation, and in general it was a great night. I did my first full comedy set without even expecting it and came away okay. More than okay, really, but I don't want to come across the wrong way to y'all. The setlist, roughly: Carolina/Jailbait/VD/Spur-M/37/Bush Voter/Blondie's Got A Boyfriend/Sam To Your Clarissa/Shawn Kemp Is My Daddy Blues/Waterfalls.
Three hours later from writing the above, Ohio is getting mocked by Akron, I'm tired and wishing I could go out, but know I have to be up in just a few hours. There's a million things I could write about; there's a million things on my mind. But I'm tapped, and almost to the point of not even really caring about a lot of things anymore, because I'm emotionally exhausted for the time being.
