I’m in the midst of three horrific travel days. I had to take two personal days from the pro site. That’s how we corporate types are, Reader. Personal days, IRA deductions. I finally sent off my scripts, with final notes incorporated. Either Comedy Central pays me to produce them or not. PLEASE BABY JESUS, HAVE MERCY ON ME!! But they’re off my plate. Feels good. I pitched them in January and it’s been back and forth ever since. And if the scripts go unproduced, I can buy them back and shop them elsewhere. But, c’mon Comedy Central. Let’s be in business. My nights and weekends are free, and I have 5 sick days (plus a vacation) burning a hole in my pocket.
I’m starting to enjoy standup again. I don’t know why, maybe some pressure is lifting? I had a baby about a year ago, and he’s still alive! How many times did I hit his head with my cast, drop him, fish pennies from his throat, pull electrical cords from his mouth or, once, find him face down in bathwater? (I grabbed him, ready to give mouth to mouth, but he coughed and immediately tried to do it again.) Next Saturday, Kilbaby will have survived a full year as my son. How did he do it? Way to go Kilbaby, only 17 more til I’m off the hook!
30 minutes old…
and 11 months later:
Of course, Hugo’s mom says it so much better.
