does anyone apart from myself read this, i wonder? if you're not me and you're reading this, drop me a line via the email link at the bottom of the page.
well, i've been trying not to think about why the comedy fest guys haven't called me back as yet. i contacted nelly and found out that she still hasn't gotten a call, so that appeased the freak-out demons inside me for a bit. but it's a thought that's buzzing constantly inside my skull, colliding again and again aginst the back of my eyeballs like a fly against a closed window, and it distracts me. we all know how i love to obsess about things. in the meantime though, i've taken one bit out of my routine and added a new bit and reshuffled some of the lines, all the while hoping that i'm not tempting fate, because how ironic would it be if i put together a kick-ass routine and didn't get a chance to sass and strut it at the finals?
not that you'd know if i didn't tell you, but the previous line was the second time i meant to write kick-ass and accidently typed kiss-ass. just what is my subconcious trying to tell me?
i sent out another submission to an anthology today, this time a clipped version of my 'coffee boy' story, though how clipped can it be if it went from three thousand words to two thousand eight hundred and ninety nine words?
maybe i'd benefit from some editing lessons.