Well, Anonymous has spoken, at any rate. Don't ask me why I'm going to start listening to Anonymous all of a sudden....so I'm gonna stick around the blogging. I can't seem to want to commit myself wholly to MySpace. This is way less culty. A lot more people look at MySpace, though, so I'll leave it up. But I'm not blogging over there, no way. NO WAY!
Did you know that there had been sunshine today? It streams in the window, I am like a cat trying to curl as much of my body into it as possible. Mmmm...I can't wait 'til it's hot enough to fall asleep in the sun on a grassy knoll somewhere.
I think I've left it long enough to get someone a chocolate bunny at a seriously discounted price. Whaddaya think? Late Easter Monday, they oughtta have 'em marked down by now.
I got ahold of some bad fish or something yesterday, had a rather unpleasant evening, just serious nausea and whatnot. No more sushi, I'll tell you what. That's probably fine because my mum is coming to town on Friday and all she ever wants to eat while she's here is Chinese. No good Chinese where she lives. It makes her sad. Dim sum dim sum dim sum.
We are nearing the time of year where everything goes all loopy and I start to think about leaving town...luckily I am definitely going to Ottawa and Montreal for the Fringe Festivals in June, but I'm trying to decide what to do and where to be for the rest of the summer. Need work, and might be able to get some up at the Caravan, but can I stay out of Vancouver and away from standup for that long? I'm going to try to book some shows out east, so at least that'll keep me sharp. I love comedy so much it's getting weird. I want it more than anything else. Even when I don't do that well. Which, frankly, hasn't been happening that much lately. I have had an excellent run the last couple of weeks and it's making me write more and more jokes, and my material and myself are becoming one, and me onstage is more like me offstage, and it's friggin' thrilling, if you want to know the truth.
You know, on a completely other note, once I thought that Anonymous might be my dad posting posthumously. Isn't that weird? Now that I seem to be out of the whiny part of my grief cycle, maybe Anonymous will reveal themselves to me. Huh? Huh? Ya wanna?
So, here we are. Back where we started. And I shan't think of leaving again any time soon. Though I might be forced to write this while squatting in someone's back yard for 3 weeks, if I don't find a place to stay while the guy I sublet from comes back and gets his life moved, or whatever he's doing. I wonder what he is doing. Haven't heard his exact arrival date. I think it's in six days, though. Hm....I'm going over to MySpace to see if anyone wants to house me for a few days...coupla weeks, whatever. Anyone?