I'm skipping standup at the Steaknife tonight. I'm not insinuating that anyone cares by stating this, but I talk about my bowel movements on this weblog, so I think that audience apathy is implied in general. I've got about 30 pages of pure shit I'm going to look through tonight, and try to mix and match and form an act I can memorize and then go next week. I hate subjecting my printer and ink cartridges to this, but if you wanna make an omelette...

Also. Whoever is tagging Trista's blog under my name can stop. Seriously, it's not funny. I have ideas as to who it is, and you need to not be such an idiot.

Anyway, I'm gonna go get my eat on.