Feeling a profound lack of motivation to do anything today. I’m also not feeling particularly funny – and I find that I don’t want to make fun of Trump. Not that I agree with Trump – it’s more than that – I’m not sure I want to make fun of anybody. I prefer making fun of myself. It somehow seems more constructive. I guess I’m saying the world doesn’t need another Trump bashing joke, but the world DOES need another anonymous Jew bashing joke. That doesn’t sound right, either.
Nothing is more frustrating than when I sit down to write jokes and I do not feel funny. Hemingway says that, when in doubt, I should write one true sentence. And/or one truthful sentence. So what is the truthful sentence that I can write? What is the essence of my truth right now? Here it is:
I want to nap.
Nothing sounds better at this point in time. The only problem is that as soon as I fall asleep, I have nightmares. Not all the time – but for some reason, I’m only remembering the bad dreams. Then again, if I can only remember the bad dreams, maybe I’m not even having good dreams.
So in conclusion, it’s been a great week!