TV sucks, so I'm writting another blog. I just finished wathcing an hour of Copland, so nobody else has to. How can so many good actors be in one shitty movie. I don't even know why I turn the television on, it never makes me happy. I wouldn't have done it, but it's the holidays and I'm stranded on many a relatives couch. Pluss I've been running a fever for the last four days and when your brain's boiling pushing a button and watching flickering lights seems almost passable. In two days I fly out to Michigan. When I left Milwaukee I swore I would never set foot in the midwest in winter again. So six months later why am I flying out of SFO to American Syberia...because I'm a whore. I'll go anywhere in the country for a week of work and this week the work's in Michigan. James Heneghen says Stand up isn't a career it's a disease, like gambling or alcoholism, and it's times like these that I realize he's right. Anyways, what I really wanted to talk about is my sincere heartfelt regret over this, when I think of all the grief I must've caused this family over the years, the many horrible violations I have perpetrated against their kin, left soiled and crusty after many an episode of HBO real sex. I guess that's why God is punishing me with this run through the frozen middle of nowhere.