I didn't realize that the Pyramid Club in NYC had so much history behind it.

Here's some pictures I took after doing some stand-up there the other night:



I didn't catch this guy's name, but he was a good sport and let me take a picture of him:

I think...
my purse:

is a man-purse and I'm okay with that because I really like it.

I ended up doing a lot of writing yesterday.
I had so many ideas and tried to get them all down on paper that it was hard for my pen to keep up with them(yes, I still write with a pen).
Looking at my notebook now, my writing looks like chicken scratch
and
like it was written by a mad woman.
Most of the ideas were stuff from years ago that I forgot to write down.
It's weird how stuff from awhile ago can just pop back into your head and seem to make more sense later.

I was at Trader Joe's earlier buying milk and as I was leaving, a couple of guys who were also leaving looked at what I had bought and said,
Got milk???
and
started laughing.

For some reason I always find it amusing when people make the corny/obvious observation/joke like that.
I think I used to many slashes in that last sentence.

This is how I feel before having a cup of coffee in the morning: