I’m staying in a casino. The clientele are so old here
that a shower seat comes standard in every room. This
is the second to the last show of this month long run.
The only thing that’s cool is that I no longer care if
the show is good or not. If it’s fun, at this point it’s
a bonus. If it’s not, I no longer feel bad about it.
Actually, I do hope the show doesn’t suck. The last
crappy show I had near a casino, I tried to make
myself feel better with some video poker and ended up
Whatever, I’ll be home sometime Sat. night. I’ve almost
made it. An insane month of one-nighters and I’m
literally hours from being done. That thought and
coffee are the only things keeping me going.