Jet Lag
Who am I? Where am I? I don't know who you are, but you're very kind.
Dear God, am I ever fucked up. I got home Monday night, and I still don't know what the hell is happening. Yesterday John and I both woke up at about 3:00 AM, and decided it was time for french toast and hamburgers. Today I'm up at 4:00 AM, and John is still sleeping. So I guess we're making progress.
Usually, jet lag is not this big of an issue for me. I'm not sure why I'm so disoriented this time. It could be due to the many places we visited, and the many time zones. It could be due to the amount of chocolate and french fries I've eaten in the last two and a half weeks. Or it could just be that I spent 12 hours on a plane sitting across the aisle from a smelly French guy who picked his nose and watched Monster-In-Law. I haven't been the same since that.
In any event, I will have many tales when I make my triumphant return to the airwaves this Friday night on KABC. It's been about a month I think, and I have much to tell you.
Now, I know I always say that, and I never have anything to talk about. And for you , this may feel yet again, like the girl who cried wolf, or at least, talked about wolf for several hours and took the ocassional phone call.
But this is different. This time, I am dangerously approaching content. In fact, I'm so confident that I'm offering you a little preview. Ready? Ok. Here we go.
THINGS I MIGHT TALK ABOUT ON FRIDAY
It's exciting, isn't it? Yards and yards of high quality comedy, just unspooling from the roll like so much Charmin. Mmmm, that's fresh!
So this Friday night, after you've put away enough scotch to wash the taste of Thanksgiving out of your mouth, tune to Mr. KABC at a special time. Turn your dial to AM 790 from 7:00 to 11:00 PM, or listen to live streaming here.
In the meantime, I wish you a tolerable Thursday. That's all any of us can hope for.
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