Its 7:30 in the GOD DAMN morning!!!

I’m awake. This is CRAZY. I’m still coherent. So thats even crazier. I went on a tear with the BcCo website and the script. On the website you can actually see what work I’ve done. The script. Not so much. I’m up to page 11. PAGE MUTHA-FUCKIN’ 11!

How am I supposed to have a full length script in a week? Why would I have agreed to something so stupid? “Oh I want to write, oh I want to WRITE! Blah, Blah, BLAH!” Some one needs to tell me to shut the fuck up sometimes.

Obviously being awake at this time of the morning makes me cranky.

I will go to sleep for a few hours. It will be in fact few cause Fahnon is gonna be up soon and after he’s up and at’em I can’t really sleep well. Too much noise about the house. That means I’ll be right back on the comp. I’m not going to go party tonight either. I’m on a partying/clubing hiatus. I need to get work done. BcCo, Script writing, Joke Writing, and a bitch load of other shit.

I curse my own name. Since when did I start sticking to anything? All of a sudden I’m like ‘I have to stay home and update shit, i have to go write.’ I’m hearing this and wondering ‘Who’s that talking all that responsible shit? I wanna be like him when I grow up.’

TIMEOUT NY will be mentioning us in some shape form or fashion this coming week. Rachel Krammer Bussel has written an article about Comedy in Brooklyn and we’ve made the article. I’m hoping it’ll give us a bit more edge in our attempts of world domination.

Okay. before I start going all wickedy, wickedy, wacked out, I’m taking mass to bed. AT 7:36 in the fuckin’ morning.

Did I just say ‘Wickedy, wickedy wack?

batman OUT!

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