a much more fiendish buffet value!

joaks for the nite

i have this new plan where i'll record the same joke at least twice in a week with different audiences (i always have at least one new joke per set tho), see which version gets bigger laughs, and post the clip with the bigger laughs.

ever since i went off my psych meds my body has decided that it's not enough for me to mentally suffer, i need to physically suffer as well. i don't mean cramps or even acne, i expect those things. i mean like. plagues. period colds. period flus. styes. giant cold sores. random parts of my body swelling up like i'm having an allergic reaction. and every period it's something different and new.

i've just been VIBIN. yesterday i got pancit bihon, a dish that imo is better colder. i can't wait to, tonight, as a reward for doing comedy, fall upon the leftover noodles like the intentionally-starved hound of a rich person who just found a peasant sneaking about the grounds trying to poach my owner's game.

i'm just finished combusting some clay samples in order to sinter them tomorrow, finished a chapter of reading in my forensics textbook (so far i give the textbook a 4 out of 10; the writing is Just Okay but the pictures and diagrams are actively BAD and DECREASE understanding)(nonetheless, i need to start somewhere, so i'm reading the whole thing cover to cover, a chapter at a time, this summer, along with forensics for dummies and a book of forensics labs), and am currently writing jokes about paleobotany and mummies so i can try those jokes out tonight.

joaks

ideally i want to make two or three more on this topic (ancient nerd shit) and then maybe talk about something less relatable, like lesbian sex, or self-loathing.