I have the longest lasting headache that I can remember having. But, that is not why I’m posting. (Literally, at 7:30 a.m. the siding guys were pounding just outside my bedroom walls. Considering I went to bed only 5 hours before, I think it fair to wonder if they have helped extend the headache shelf life.)

Last night, I decided to try not really telling jokes at all, but just telling an extended anectdote with some jokes thrown around it. Seemed to work, and I had fun. Of course, it was these guys’ show, which I usually have fun at even when it’s going so badly they start to fight and/or people leave with looks of confusion and thoughts of escape.

Overall, last night was a fun, relaxed show. There were a lot of different types of people/acts on, and it flowed comfortably, even with (or because of) the differences.

Anyway, though, back to my point — and, “yeah, right,” you’re thinking, “as though you have ever had one.” Last night, and pretty much in most of my comedy, everything I said was actually true. Possibly embellished, but factually true. It makes me laugh afterwards, though, whenever people question me about whether stuff really happened or how I thought of it.

I am actually a lazy writer. I do very little thinking. If shit didn’t happen, I suppose I would just sit quietly and have no tales to tell.

The most amazing true thing I said last night, because I do consider it meaningful although I have yet to discern the meaning, is my locker combination. In order to join the dreaded and feared and otherwise horrifying gym, I had to buy a lock to protect my humble belongings. The combination was a portentuous 36-22-36. Measurements I likely will not have when all is said and done.