Note: the following is based on events that occurred on Sunday, September 24.
My stomach hurts most of the day. Nerves? Something viral? No idea.
I'm dehydrated, sure, but I feel way worse than usual and by the time I show up to do the Pointless Banter Show, I want to just curl up in a ball in the corner.
Not only do I not feel well, but I look a mess, too. I decided to give myself a haircut before I came to L.A. and gouged a good bit out of the side of my head, and I borrowed a razor to shave and wound up slicing up a good bit of my neck. What's the deal? I'm comforted by the fact that no one really cares, and most people won't notice.
I decided it's mostly nerves because after the show I feel much better. I don't get that nervous before readings but this was an unscripted conversation and apparently that unwound me a little.
However, Kevin and Trista were most gracious hosts, easy to talk to, and didn't even molest me once (on camera, that is).
After the show, we all meet Will and Kristen at a karaoke bar where Jeremy busts out a Rob Zombie tune in most impressive fashion (I have pictures of that - no time to upload them)....