But It's Great For Comedy!

I am rolling down a hill.

I am walking in the middle of the freeway blindfolded.

I am the president of the United States, and I have no clue.

Wait. That last one hurts even more than I'm feeling.

I keep emailing with TO, and getting closer and closer. Not closer to what I want, but closer to a feeling that could drop off of a cliff and land splat on the spiky rocks below.

Obviously, she likes me. She is continuing to email with me also.

The nut of it is, does she like me more. Right now, there is a situation between three people where one, maybe two, are going to get hurt.

My chances are the weakest considering the other guy is already her boyfriend. I mean, I connect with her more, I know that to be true, but he's got her already.

I just keep fighting though. Really, if it wasn't pathetic, it would be totally admirable. I must say, I have never fought like this for a woman ever.

What does that say?

Anyway, all that aside, I wrote my first sketch last night.

Had a funny story about that.

My friend TH is in the sketch program I am now joining. My teacher in fact is pretty good friends with him. During class, while talking to her, she asked if I worked at the same place as TH, and I told her yes. I told her how he and I were long friends, and how he got me into this theatre.

I thought I was doing some good name dropping.

Then, like I said, I got my first idea while driving to work.

Yesterday morning, I called TH just to tell him I was starting sketch, and how nervous I was, but how quickly I came up with an idea.

He asked what the idea was. I told him.

He said, are you shitting me? What? Are you fucking with me? No.

He told me he had just pitched the exact same idea not three weeks earlier. He thought he told me about it, but he hadn't. We just happened to come up with the same exact idea.

He said, you can't use it. She'll think I gave it to you, or worse, you stole it from me.

Damn. I was pissed. Why did I call him?! He said I was lucky to have called him. We then talked about all the scenes I can't write.

At the end of our conversation, he asked if I was still mad about losing the scene. Yeah, I said.

I then said it would be all right. I told him that I was panicked coming out of class, and five minutes later, I had my scene.

I looked at the clock. It said 11:40. I told him, if I just relax again, I bet I will have my next idea before noon.

We hung up. I went into the living room with the sketch writing book, and started to read over the assignment, and the samples.

Suddenly, I had my idea! It just sprang into me. I looked at the clock. It was 11:55.

Boy, I wanted to call him and say HA!

But, I was afraid he had just written my idea.

Comedy!