Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Byrd, it's time for the Thursday afternoon just before Friday, Monday morning

podcast and I'm just checking in on you. Oh, I'm fucking tired. It's Thursday morning.

And I'm in the middle of shooting my next stand-up special.

Had a great set last night, very happy with it.

I got tonight and tomorrow.

Yeah, that's it.

It went great, everything looked good, you know, usual bullshit.

When you go to, you know, try to fix the lighting and then, well, this shirt, you know,

whenever you're a ginger, it's like he just looks like a head

there needs to be a different shirt and everything and

eventually you know it all just fucking the whole thing ends up working out, but it was funny, just like everything, you know, sure it wasn't working, had to fix the lighting in the background, we got that all fucking dialed in then I go back my charger for my

toothbrush isn't working so then that fucking happen and then I you know

found a good coffee place.

I go to get an Uber.

It says my credit card expired

when it clearly fucking didn't.

And I was just like, does this happen every time you go to do a special or does this shit just happen every day but you don't give a fuck because you're not shooting a special? And I was like, it happens every day, you don't give a

special and I was like it happens every day you know give a fuck and I actually lost my temper for the first time in like days which is huge for me I

used to lose my temper 17 to 38 times a fucking day, easily, right?

So, I handled the fucking everything right up to the Uber and then when I was putting my

information in for my credit card that he'd clearly not expired. It wasn't accepting it. And I finally just went,

fuck! And there was a guy on the street like fucking 20 feet away he

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