Ouchie-wowa

I may have bruised, or even cracked, my ribs.

Terrible, exhausting pain.

Can't cough, or move fast, or deep inhale, or flinch, or rise, or roll over in bed, without pain.

But, I got a huge laugh, so it was worth it.

Yep. Slave to the funny.

Did a great pratfall in the show, which involved me sitting in a chair and, without moving a muscle, tipping the chair on to its side while remaining sitting. When I landed, my elbow smacked into my ribs, causing the injury.

Everyone said it was great. Then hugged me. I wasn't going to let on that I was hurt, but I couldn't take the hugs anymore. Those I have told have said, Well, you got a huge laugh.

The priorities of performers is wonked.

Have the awards show tonight. The theatre where I improv is holding an inclusive awards show, and I am nominated twice.

It really feels great to be nominated. Rewarding, and validating. Mostly because the nominees were chosen by the director of our show and the owner of the theatre.

I would love to win. How cool would that be? Not one year into doing improv, and be chosen best.

However, the two guys I am up against are both seriously good. Better than me, maybe. Plus, they are two of my closest pals. So, it will really be great whatever happens. I hope to sit with them, and just laugh all night long.

My weekly bet is in stagnation.

My buddy lost 0 pounds this week, and I talked to 0 women.

I feel awkward trying to meet women when I have a date this Friday.

I was never a player, and I don't think I will ever be. This date's chances of success are like any, probably the percentage is against it working out. Too many variables to guarantee success. So, trying to meet other women would be totally reasonable. I just feel weird.

So, we will see how the date goes, and then I will either resume, or resign.

I hope the date goes well. She just has the cutest voice. I could listen to that. You know, if she has something to say.

What a prick.