It seems I like small cramped places where I can have my back protected. Something like this should have been obvious to me before now, but it just dawned on my conscious mind last night. Being under desks; being under cars; couches. I think this is why I sleep better sometimes on a couch than on a bed. Sleeping alone on a bed is like being in the middle of the ocean with no one around and no one to catch you when the nightmares take over. On a couch you're safe. You can push your back against it and know you won't fall off the edge of the earth. I slept on the couch in the room last night and slept better than I did all week.
Minus 11-midnight when the loud ass new neighbors got in and decided to fuck with the connecting door. I was ready to kill. All week no neighbor. The one night I have to be up early to get to the airport? Of course.
Finished training yesterday. I am mentally and physically exhausted. People don't get what five day classes are like for me. It's 45+ hours of being a teacher, a mentor, a comedian. On stage all day. I am fucking tired.
My class gave me some solid applause at the end. That's rewarding. Had leftovers. Slept on the couch.
Off to the airport. 5 hours of flight. Then a fucking show tonight 75 miles away from home.
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