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Haven't been feeling particularly funny or sad lately. Is that good? Not good, not feeling funny. Good, not feeling sad. Also, I've noticed that my sleeping habits are back to about 8 hours, as opposed to the ten of a month ago.

By George, I think he's getting it.

Last night, I once again watched Will & Grace, sipping Chardonnay, dreaming of a more perfect belly.

Oh my God. I going gay.

Always have been close, but looks like it is finally taking. I even spent a fair amount of time yesterday afternoon in Pier One looking at dishes! Red ones!

My dilemma today is how to make rape funny. That's right, rape.

You see, I am doing an all improvised comedy soap opera, and I play a former hitman turned Italian restaurant owner. Well, last week I went on a bit of a bad boy streak, and in a non-scary, actually funny way, raped the pastor's wife. Ha Ha.

Well, tonight I have to deal with that being reality. And it has to be funny. Actually, that will be harder than making the rape funny. No one really saw it coming, not even me, so they weren't grossed out. Our characters were just talking about sex. Then, she remembered she was married, and tried to leave. I threw her on the couch and lights out.

Ok, not too creepy.

Now, however, is the real tough part where I have to deal with having done that, but still kind of make the audience like me enough to want to laugh at me. Tough.

Most comedy comes from the unexpected reaction. Laughing at your own failure. So, maybe the best way to deal with this is for my guy to now fall in love with her. Think of her as his girlfriend. I don't know. We'll see.

The funny thing about improv that I have discovered is, it has a life of its own. Even if you think, well this is what I want, and what I will go for, you suddenly find yourself doing something totally different. That is what is great and scary. Not having any idea what will happen, but making sure that forty people who paid ten bucks each love it.