Was It Though Ol

The Moleskine is still in my bag.

I have not opened it. It has been in there since last night. I keep walking past it like it is someone else's stuff.

I walked to the bus stop on Calvert Avenue this morning. I turned around and came home. That is the whole morning and I am writing it down like that is fine.

I did not call Kate. I texted her. Thanks for last night. She said was it though, Ol. Two words. That is the bit from the end of my set sent back to me in a text and now I am on the kitchen floor.

My chest is doing the thing. I do a joke about it on stage. Big laugh every time. I have not told anyone it is real.

The question is can I do it twice. I wrote it in the Moleskine last night. I am too scared to read it back.