I remember some months ago, I was crazy for this stuff. Getting up on stage and manipulating my own words and thoughts into the laughter of others. No where near as much as I should have, but I got up when I could. Things were taking off... Exciting times.
Flash forward to a broken car, a hungry stomach, and plenty of jokes about "less than admirable" circumstances. I buckle and go for a day job. I let it consume me a bit... Long hours... Fighting traffic daily.... Sense of humor repressed... Wit dulling...
Keep that up for a while, and I would gladly take the hungry stomach over the headaches of flurescent lighting. Eventually you hit a breaking point. A resurgence of life where everything is funny all of a sudden. You can't repress your funny bones if you have them. I wake up with what I think are great bits... I have funny thoughts in the day and find myself crackin up with full blown laughter --often to the complete confusion of others around me.
So... Today I will not be so dumb to ignore it. I am gonna jott down to the comedy store tonight and start talking to people. I am no longer going to dismiss this feeling of a calling.
Good to see everyone again. Love this place

Gareth