The weather was filthy today; it felt an order of magnitude worse than Monday, when I was decrying people for complaining about a bit of haze. Now, with the smoke intensifying, and finding pains in my own chest, I stopped finding it amusing. Ah, the sweet smell of hypocrisy almost overcomes the stench of smoke.
Every month I get up on stage, and I make somebody laugh. I don’t always make everyone laugh, but I’ve been lucky enough to get a laugh at least once in each of those evenings so far in 2013.