the subway is a rollercoaster that takes you to work.

Also this sweater don't quite fit.

I'm covered in crumbs. I just am. Also, this shirt I'm wearing has two big boobs sticking out of the top of it. My bad, professionalism!

So, I have this audition tomorrow where I have to do 3 minutes of me being funny. Three minutes. I've been here doing comedy for three years. That's one minute per year. You'd think I'd have at least two in my back pocket. Nopes. I make it up and forget it. I went through a mental inventory of what I could do tomorrow and came up with a character I did a year ago at a solo showcase that my brother pointed out did not result in "belly laughs". It was his polite way of saying it totes didn't hit. It's all I've got, so it will have to do. I guess I should write it down? Just so I seem prepared? Guh? Buh. I don't care too much, I just don't want to look like a butt.