When I was a smoker, my morning had a routine. I know, I know-a stage manager with a routine, unbelievable! Yes, I also structure my personal life. But moving on. Wake up, march to the coffee machine, stare angrily at the coffee machine until it is finished, pour coffee. Smoke cigarette while drinking coffee. Stare at the news and wonder why the fuck I was up so early-the world is going to shit anyway so why not just sleep through it, pour more coffee. Open the New York Times, read for a few minutes. Smoke cigarette number two with coffee and TADA! It was time to poop!
So, if you read this blog, you know that I have quit smoking. And pooping for that matter. Now, many of you know that I think poop is a very funny thing. What is NOT funny is NOT POOPING. Today I POOPED! With no coffee and no cigarettes, I woke up and pooped! Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day, I've got a beautiful feeling, everything's going my way!
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The suitcase is never unpacked and the cat has an expensive bag. I often loose my mind as I wander the country, but don't worry, it's a charming, oftentimes funny little bita crazy.
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