It is so fucking cold that some towns have closed schools so kids don’t freeze their faces off at bus stops. It’s unbelievable. If you believe in wind chill, reports are saying that if you have exposed skin for 10 minutes, your skin could freeze. I’m going to walk up to the Great and Secret Show, since it’s close. But, I ain’t looking forward to it.

I think my bouts of self-loathing are related to the fact that I’m a total tool. OK, I, of course, flush with my own talents and wonderfulness at any given moment, don’t actually feel that harshly about myself. I prefer to throw my contempt outwardly at the clowns who pee on my world’s cornflakes every moment.

Here’s what I learned today, or learned to remember: For every time I feel like someone let me down, there is usually someone to pick me up again. Comedy has been kind of a struggle against those things in which I feel not so much a failure, but less than successful. I want to be good when I do something, and my learning curve has felt very steep in the past couple of years. But, I honestly thing I have grown and developed, so hey, what the fuck am I complaining about, right?

Quick aside, if I had to hang out with the people on Donald Trump’s new reality show, I would not hesitate to take up arms. I would have to at least stab one of the pushy bastards.

OK, so now that’s said, here’s the thing. Today, five different people, who I respect and/or like (there’s no real reason for that ‘or’) reminded me about what I can do. So, fuck the people who play a different game than me. Fuck the insecure hacks who are intimidated by me. Fuck the boys and girls who equate sexuality with sluttiness. Life’s not a disco, and it don’t matter that I can’t dance.

Besides, nobody fucks with Dee-Robot.