october 29 bub

I wrote a great joke today and laughing at it sustained me through some pretty bad sciatica. "Laughter is the best medicine" is a corny thing to say, but sometimes it's kind of true. From concept to execution, by which I mean the right wording, the right balance, the right button, etc, the whole thing took about ten minutes. I loved every second of those ten minutes. It's kind of weird to be this deep a career as a writer (whatever that means anymore) and still have moments like that. Delightful weird, not weird weird. The kind of weird you're grateful for. It's fun to love a thing enough to get good at it, which I have because I do, but if I'm being honest, I got good at it because I wanted to be understood, seen, and counted, and thought writing well, understanding how to structure things juuuuust so, was the easiest and most efficient route. Like, if I could communicate my needs, wants, and whatever else, I'd stand a better chance of getting those needs and wants met. Right? Well,…