USO

Well, it is official.

In August, I am going to Bosnia to entertain the troops with the murder show.

Ten days going from base to base. Sleeping in the barracks. Eating in the mess.

All expenses paid. Except any off base purchases, which in Bosnia will mean $3 for a
fancy steak dinner.

It will be exhausting, I am told. It will also be a great trip. One of the guys last night was
both jealous and relieved he wasn't going. That should say it all.

The show last night was murder. Not the funny kind. I really think I have lost my mojo. The cast kept asking me what was wrong. The old man kept telling me after a joke that it wasn't funny.

The group got wasted before the show. It was a 50 birthday party, and they were REDNECKS.

We finally decided to cut 2/3's of the second act. Pretty much all of my stuff. It is just useless comedy, doesn't advance the plot. The old man said I wasn't my usual self anyway, so let's not do it.

He made sure it was all right with me first. It was. I didn't feel it. Plus, the group was wasted and not listening. He was dying out there, I would have exploded.

Got to change this around. I'm going to deny that I am in a funk, and have a good show tonight.

Also, I am on the antibiotics, so no drinking. Haven't had a drink since last Friday night. Doing the show tonight without that one drink will be good. I've been telling myself I don't rely on it, because that would be bad, and now I get to prove it.

Also, I'm ready to start having fun with my guy. I mean I have been having fun, but start getting silly with him. It really doesn't take much to get the audience to enjoy it.

So, there. Funk over. Gone. Bah. Poof. Heeyah!