Sleep appears to be pushed off the map these days. I'm up every night thinking about comedy again. Working bits, watching interviews and routines. Being open to new ideas.
And then I remember I have several jobs, a darling 2 year old, a perfect puppy and an absolutely adequate wife that also require and deserve time and energy.
So sleep loses out in the equation. I think the entire flight and day before Gotham will be dedicated to sleep, quiet thought and summoning the energy I plan to put into one explosive night of my life. I hope that's enough of a charge to get the explosion I'll need.
So it's coffee, late night jokes and sleep deprivation. In an odd way I'm enjoying it, it feels like my first few years in the biz all over again.