There's a change coming. It's in the air...

You're probably expecting me to tell a joke about being a unicycle.

I can't. I'm twoo tired.

Yes. That kills at open mic night.

Or, it killed. I think I might be a natural stand up comic. I'm just so good at everything. Seems like a change is coming. Perhaps someone could spare some change. You know what I need to do? I need to start writing and then remembering my comedy bits. That's the change I should make. But can I? CAN I MAKE THE CHANGE I MUST?

Yes. Indubitably. I'm filled with hope.

As I said to Charlsey last night, (you know Charlsey? She makes great music, like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bcq8fVId6Po&list=PLStNDgX1DwM-LD-wCPHNls7Hx3AN4NX44), "I think I want to be the nice version of Andy Kaufman"

I can play the invisible, silent violin. But only Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star. Also, I think it's out of tune, but it's hard to tell.

Still.

LOVE