My world is collapsing. My comedy career is being whipped and beaten by the cancellation of Delfino's show on Sunday at the reasonable hour of 8. Substitute venues are later, past my bedtime. Last night I tarried to the Bowery Poetry Club for the open mic show at 10. It's a great show, but I was slated to go up at 2am and I hung on till after midnight - unfulfilled. This entire day will encapsulate my punishment - nausea, tired, cranky.
My LA gf seems not to like sex. This is going to be a problem. The symptoms were all there before during and after our hook-up in LA. She kept saying, that's too much sex - this just hours after saying "I haven't had sex in over a year!" There's more, but it's nobody else's business. Anyway, this is crushing my little LA/NY routine about girls. The blush is off it. Am being to reassess european babes. No jokes, but at least they like sex. Comedy does not translatee, which, actually, may make my routine easier. She'll never come to the shows.
Am thoroughly unemployed for like the next 3 weeks. might as well go file. Meanwhile, committed to spending money as fast as I can. Go figure.
Piano playing is better, but when I listen to it recorded, it's not there yet. for a minute or two every now and then.
My editor is abandoning me.
I could go on, but why?
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