Writing didn’t go so well today. No one had anything great. There were a few laughs, but nothing close to what the class has the potential to put out. My sketch fell way short. There were a couple of good suggestions to make it better, but I am not even sure if I want to try to fix this one.

Went out to the bar afterwards. We came to a few conclusions. First, I am funny as hell, and everyone else sucks. Next, Scottie Pippen sucks. Then it was concluded that I was the Scottie Pippen of comedy. I am not sure how all of those conclusions work with each other, but maybe I was drinking a little.

Sleep is killing me right now. I am only getting about five hours a night. I am having fun, but getting wore out.