It's 4:30 in the morning. I just now woke up after falling asleep in the La-Z-Dog chair in front of the TV. I'm trying to figure out if being depressed after doing badly tonight is (a) normal or (b) an over-reaction. Am I under-medicated or over-medicated? Was it a SNAFU tonight or am I FUBAR? [you can look up the acronyms on wikipedia] All-in-all, a sort of Hunter S. Thompson evening -- "Hideous Fear and Self-Loathing in Dublin."
I need to work on applying memorization techniques, but I can't remember them [smile]. Maybe I should tell the "Hey, Rose" old-people's memory joke on stage.
Might be a good idea to add references to '67 Summer of Love to my act.
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