Fucking Red Sox. An entire city run by a baseball team. I could have told them that this gig was going to bite the dust without even leaving the house if I bothered to look at the playing schedule.
But I don't mind it being canceled. I mind it being canceled for baseball sucking away all of the people. I would have liked to perform. I keep blowing out my voice running through this bits with characters attached to them and I need the people to play them off of effectively. They are at the stage when I need to see how to play it out. But oh well. I am not up to par anyway. Can't figure out if I'm sick or just worn out. Adrenaline is a real interesting thing. It probably would have knocked me back up to par but the drop back down would more than likely made me a total zombie afterwards.
I did get to speak to Jon about opening at Funny Bones in Hartford and doing the show with Carole again. Two big things that I would have gotten my ass down to the club for whether I was working or not.
And now I am in my bed. Not driving. Tired as hell. So it worked out. Got my work duties done. Now I can pass out on my face.
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