All the nights and all the days, minus Friday nights cause its Shabbat

Im not entirely sure, but I think I made my official standup debut. Tonight was the New Laffs Industry Showcase at the Broadway Comedy Club. I went on stage close to 11:00. I have to admit that my legs were literally shaking. Luckily there was a stool to sit on. I think the image would have been complete if I had a cowboy hat and a bolo tie. 

Anyway, Some of my jokes killed, others maimed. I obviously cant tell for sure but it felt like I got a really good reaction. My opener killed. My closer killed. I honestly feel really good right now. I still took my prozac but I feel good nonetheless. Many people seem to be surprised when they learn that this is really only my 8th time behind a mic, and the others were open mic nights. 

The thing I learned is something Ive been told before. I need to relax on stage and be myself. Im telling good jokes, but Im not telling anything about myself. If I can connect with the audience, I will destroy their humor fuses. I think I need to remember what it was like in class. I always said its very similar to doing standup; you talk in front of a group of people and nobody responds. 

Speaking of fuses, my sisters baby daddys car wouldnt start. No electricity, and then magically it did. Im starting to believe in karma.