I feel like everything is simultaneously falling apart and coming together. Like one minute I'm falling down and practically totaling my bike while losing my debit card, and the next minute my comedy career is doing really well. Sometimes I wonder what we sacrafice for our callings. You put so much of yourself into slaying, and I put so much of me into comedy, that is there any wonder I don't have the energy to clean my room or not be drunk? WHO HAS THE TIME TO NOT BE DRUNK WHEN THERE ARE DEMONS AFOOT? Maybe I just need to be invisible for a day.