okay so I am on the 9:01pm outta ny... just got back from the comic strip... where I was somewhat chastised for not going up...
my comedy sistah, monica, did well... it was an open mic so it's mainly comics... i've been in tougher rooms... most of the comics stayed (usually they don't) but comics tend not to laugh at open mics...
I saw what was onstage and i'm wondering why I eased my way out of it...
so... I am giving myself 3 weeks to get back into comedic fighting shape... the good thing is, with my site, I write everyday... not that it's always funny but it keeps the brain going.
anyway... some jackass is eating what swear smells like a pure hot garlic and mustard sammich about 2 feet away from me on the train... which is really setting well with my stomach that's got a touch of motion sickness and the tight turtleneck sweater that's got it's claws digging into my throat.
maybe I could perform at train stations and appeal to the commuter crowd.
::: plunked in on my treO:::
me. tired. chunky faced magee.
behind me, if you can see the reflection. is the garlic sammich eater.
