Drowsily Pissing into a Cup

I went to the doctor yesterday for my semi-annual physical. While I was there I mentioned that I’ve been feeling incredibly tired lately. Much of this is due to my perpetually erratic sleeping schedule, but I’m also finding myself crashing on the weekends, for example this past Sunday I basically stayed in bed and slept on and off for the entire day. The doctor chalked a lot of it up to my lifestyle: working a full-time job while also doing stand-up comedy and such. Yet I haven’t exactly been overwhelmed by bookings lately.

So I had some blood and urine work done and we’ll see what’s up. There are few things in this world I find stranger than urinating into a cup. I think the worst part is that they don’t make the plastic thick enough, so you can actually feel the warmth in it. I sort of stared at it for a moment and had something resembling a post-modern reflection. Then I immediately tried to turn it into a bit with a setup along the lines of “something came out of me, I held it, and it was warm…this is what having a son must feel like, except I don’t get to just shove it into a shelf and walk away.” I decided against it, because pee is just gross.

Drowsily pissing into a cup could basically sum up my mood of late.

Hopefully I just need to start getting more sleep. If the blood and urine tests do come up with something, I’ll likely turn to selling drugs a la “Breaking Bad.”

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