On the drive back from the show, here’s what occurred to me. In about a lunar cycle or so, M. got a new job, I got a performance review and sweet raise, we went to Malaysia, Chinese New Year heralded the dog year, Dick Cheney shot someone in the face, M. found out he’ll be speaking at an open-source conference in June, I hosted a show (and came out of the closet–my boss was there), M. got to promo his side business, and now, just as the moon is rolling into the next cycle, we’ll both celebrate birthdays. I’m fucking exhausted.

I figure if my aunt(s) back home see that my boss checked out my comedy, they’ll think I lost my mind. But, I think it was cool. If I’m wrong at least I got the pay raise before the flame-out.

On the plus side, since my favorite uncle (a phrase that is essentially copywritten in my head) got his leg cut off, he’s jested about amputee humor. The headliner for my special show that I put together and shot had but one leg. Rock on my mono-legged brethren and sistren.