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Jan. 25th, 2012

I interviewed my friend Kyle last night for that article. Totally awesome interview, and he has a few leads for me for other alt comedy show hosts. I. Am. Excite.

Then this happened:

he semi-co-hosts the open mic I'm going to this Sunday, the one I've signed up for twice and don't get any time, so he told me that if I don't get called this time he is going to walk me across the street to the a really shitty assholey open mic and make me do it there. He's serious. And now I'm like OH FUCK WHAT AM I GOING TO DO.

I'm kinda freaking out because I'm still not sure I'm ready for it. Everyone says its jut a matter of getting up and doing it and sucking if you have to, but just do it. But my perfectionist OCD self is like NO NO NO I NEED MORE TIME I DON'T HAVE JOKES OH GOD IM NOT FUNNY FOREVER ALONE AAAAAAAAAAAAAHH! And AAAAAAAAGH.

What the fuck am I doing? I'm fisting the comedy scene and expecting no one to notice. I'm fuh-reaking out right now.

I was supposed to be trying to pump myself up for this sunday with this post, but I think I just wound up freaking myself out more. I'm not backing out. But GRAAAAAAAH I'm AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

Maybe I'll die before Sunday? That'd be awesome.

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Jan. 25th, 2012 09:12 pm (UTC)
OK. Deep breath.

Look down and to your left, toward the electrical outlet. That's the one. See what's plugged into it?

Sure you do.

And you recognise it, too. That piney-fresh scent? You know where it comes from. That little plug-in odoriser with the chamber for the fragrance pellets, right there over the little high-resistance wire that keeps on glowing and keeps the piney goodness going, billowing out from those heated pellets and keeping your living space in olfactory good odour. Or order. Wevs.

Reach down. Unplug it. Open the little hatch in the back over the pellet container. Empty out the half-melted piney morsels. You with me?

Now go get some of your momma's Prozac and put them in there. Plug it back in.

Prozac room odoriser. Cures pre-Comedy Club jitters. No, don't thank me -- just send me the YouTube link to your show this weekend...
Jan. 26th, 2012 05:49 am (UTC)
You, sir, are a godsend.
Jan. 26th, 2012 06:39 pm (UTC)
Good luck, man!
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