The Daily Late Nightly Show (Burnt)

Not all of it is visible but I’ve been in a kind of continuous spasm for the last 3 weeks. I shouldn’t apologize for nothing to nobody because I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think, but I do have my self imposed standards and it irks me when I don’t make my marks.

Tonight is a perfect example. It’s not like I spent the day in productive endeavor, the bulk of my time was devoted to talking to my pillow and examining the inside of my eyelids yet my rack of pain is still calling me with a harsh and strident voice which, all things considered, is unsurprising.

What’s remarkable and encouraging is the stamina I have. I was in my mid 30s in 1926, do the math.

As it turns out Sam Bee did in fact have a show last week, I just forgot about it. and the farthest thing from my thoughts right now is Trevor, Larry, and Stephen and their guests. It’s not that I couldn’t crank one out, it’s that I don’t want to.

Perhaps tomorrow I will have more enthusiasm and be suitably productive, I’m already much better than I was when I woke up this morning so I could take a nap.