caution: blog contains sexual innuendo.T-minus 5 days until my big debut as a (wannabe) Stand-Up Comic.
T-minus 5 days... and am I nervous? Nope. Not in the least. I mean, shit, what's the worst that can happen? I feel no worse than I do right now (last week's workshop - I left feeling as if I'd started back at week one and the bits I worked so hard on fell flat).
I still have to tighten my set - I have 2 bits left to tighten - then my bits will be super-tight. I plan to edit tonight, put together the set tonight - then run through it and tape it tomorrow over lunch to time it out. I need to get the rythym right... and make sure that I leave room for breathing/laughing.
7 minutes. 7 minutes of magic. That's more time than I usually take to get off. Heh. Oh yeah, I'm funny.
2 comments:
Between the tight bits and the getting off, this post leant new meaning to the term "sex comedy."
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Break a leg, sweetie!
WHEE! I can't wait! :D
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