Good morning!

Your job for today:

Sing

Dance

Find a sustainable source of drinking water

Laugh

Gnight.

Grateful for another day.

Grateful for you.

Grateful for the armored car that drove us through a pack of rabid wolfmen in midtown this afternoon.

Sleep tight!

To everyone who tweeted to tell me that the preferred term is “wolfperson”:

I’m sorry.

You are right.

I am learning every day. (I still have a long way to go.)

#wolfpeople

Rehearsing a new show + wife brought home what appears to be a roasted skunk + recently discovered cache of non-irradiated Twinkies = waistline disaster for ya boy!

Always has to rub in the fact that he’s more fashionable than me <3

“RT @JMunozActor just had someone mistake me for Lin-Manuel. Easy to tell us apart: I’m the one in body armor made from raccoon skulls.”

Just a reminder:

You are here.

You are amazing.

You are a survivor.

(You probably had to eat your pets, but that’s O.K.)

Bumped into a mob on the edge of what used to be Williamsburg, call themselves the “Flesh Eaters.” Thought I was going to be lunch, but then they starting singing “My Shot.” Art connects us all.

NBD, just hanging out in what used to be the West Wing with a swamp creature who claims he used to be Timothy Geithner. Not too bad for a drama nerd from Washington Heights . . .

Friends, help me out. Working on something new. I need a word that rhymes with cannibal and YES I already tried Hannibal. Mandible?

You know what I really miss? The sun. But when the eternal darkness starts to get me down, I just look at the wife and kiddo’s shining faces. (P.S. I told the wife this and she rolled her eyes.)

Just choreographed a “Thriller” zombie dance with actual zombies.

Ran into a fan who asked me to sign his torso.

Well, technically, not his torso.

It was one he had with him. Like, in a bag.

Anyway, sorry I didn’t have a pen, Kevin. Next time!

Just spent the afternoon with Weird Al. He’s working on a parody of the Who’s “My Generation” called “My Radiation.” Helped him brainstorm lyrics. Ten-year-old me is still freaking out!!!

You will never guess whose head I saw today.

Two hints:

Grammy winner

I had their poster above my bed through high school

I am totally showing my age here, but does anyone else remember what toothpaste was like? I swear it came in a tube.

(The boy doesn’t believe me.)

Just bumped into Jonathan Groff.

He’s still alive.

He’s still making music.

He mostly sings to a pack of giant rats that follow him through the abandoned streets.

He says they call him a word that has no human equivalent.

It loosely translates to “king.” So proud.

#longlivetheking

Go out and make something today.

Maybe some music.

Or a painting.

Or a shelter out of the carcasses of Bronx Zoo animals.

The world needs more of you.

Finally got to spend some time in front of a piano this morning. Still hoping to find one where the keys aren’t human bones, but even so #feelinggrateful

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.

When’s it gonna get me? In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me?

If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be? (Recently discovered the answer to this: I totally run.)

Working on a new mix. Any requests?

So far I’ve got R.E.M.’s “It’s the End of the World as We Know It” (Wife is not amused.)