Morning:
Single digit temperatures.Anger everywhere.
All I did was contribute to it.
In a minivan.
Afternoon:
Rehearsal.
Being "on" is overrated.
Smiling shouldn't be mandatory.
This isn't Trader Joe's.
Evening:
A lone date at a Mexican restaurant.
Read a chapter of I'm Dying Up Here, a chronicle of the 70's stand up scene.
In it a guy commits suicide because he's not good enough to make it.
Sleep:
I have a dream about jumping off of building.
Verdict: Loss
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