Doodles...dooodles....doodles.

It's 6:30 am and I'm not enjoying the coffee I made. The coffee I make sucks 8 out of 10 times, that means I get a B in making shitty coffee. I always pour to much or too little coffee in the filter- who cares -Haiti is a fuckin mess!

So, the big show was last night. Supper's Ready - it was really fun but I wish there were about 20 more audience members. The line up supah supah fab - Marc Maron is simply fantastic and Mary Lynn Rajskub inspires me to take more chances as a performer. Greg Proops killed, Andy Blitz has some of the most interesting ways of looking at texting while dying and Jim Jefferies told a great story about the time he helped his disabled friend get a blow job.

My set was pretty good - I had to go up first and only got 7 or 8 minutes (b/c I'm not famous) but I'm happy (not thrilled) with it. I think I'm almost through this barrier in my mind of - like this blockage that I sometimes I get when I'm on stage. I'm almost to a point where I can "fix it" in the moment and it all has to do with BREATHING. Yeah yeah. When I don't breathe on stage - nothing new comes to me - but the second I feel my belly up with air - something magical happens (and then I fart it out later).

So yeah yeah. I'm glad it's over - we just need to find out ways to get people there. I mean, the line up was amazing, but LA is sort of jaded and it's harder to get people to come out to shows in this mother effin town.

Anyhoots - on my way to work. I'm training a new therapist (autism behaviorist) at an elementary school. She has potential you guys...she really does.

Peace,
Amber