The other night during improv rehearsal, a tiny little blond thing named Kate punched me full on in the face. Upper left lip, just under the nose. She didn’t mean it. She was just mad because, in the scene, I was her husband who had just admitted he had, earlier in the day “sucked some cock.”

Reasonable response. Also painful. Then I forgot about it.

Last day at my first reality tv writing gig. It almost feels like the end of a school year. I came in late, I’ve got nothing to do, and (I’m fairly sure, at least) no one has any expectations of me.

Wait, let me check…

Nope.

What’s next? I am trying so hard to get on this show.

Next week, I’ll be broadcasting live from my apartment. I’ll try to do a bit of the runnyrunny, the writeywritey, and a lot of more of the ol’ rumpy pumpy.