Spent the morning with a loofah or two, since I may or may not be performing in the altogether tonight. I’m on the bench for the infamous “Naked Comedy Show.” If some on fails to show up, or there otherwise needs to be another performing, the coach will put me in. Either way, it should be fun hanging out and getting to use a rather nice hot tub.

I might offer to “take the bullet” and be the first performer anyway. Being a naked sacrificial lamb has a certain poetry to it.

Other than that, allergy season is here. One day they are going to find me cold and dead with snot running down my nose, a wild, desparate look frozen in my eyes, and surrounded by feverishly scratched at aluminum packets of antihistamines and Sudafed that I couldn’t pry open.