7:35 p.m. I leave for a comedy show in Park Slope. I am having weird show anxiety again: increased heart rate, upset stomach, heavy breathing.

8:25 p.m. The show is hosted by two comedians I’ve never met before. These days, people reach out to me to do spots, a real privilege. (When you start comedy, you have to reach out to people and go to open mics.) I try some of the things I wrote last night, as well as the Japanese toilet bit, sandwiching them between older, reliable stuff.

Thursday

10 a.m. For some reason, my couch-bed has gotten so comfortable that I can’t get myself out of it. Something about the sunlight hitting my face just so. I must be strong. I rise.

11 a.m. I meet my friend Ashley Brooke Roberts for breakfast. She’s also a comedian, so we talk about that and how social media is warping our brains. Is the solution to get off it? But then how do we stay relevant? I try to limit my coffee to one shot of espresso rather than two, to limit my anxiety.

1:40 p.m. I figure if I get to the gym quickly, I can squeeze in some book-writing time. But then I get sidetracked with bills and then recording takes for a voice-over audition for a new animated show. Voice-over auditions are nice because you can record them by yourself on your phone. You can even record voice-overs in the bathroom! Which is what I finally do because cars keep honking outside my window. (New Yawk City!!)

4 p.m. I realize I probably will not write today. Besides that weird jag the other night, perhaps this whole week is going to be a writing non-starter. I know a book takes a lot of hours of trying to write vs. actually producing. And for me, a lot of ideas and inspiration come out of moments when I’m not trying to be creative — talking to a friend, on my way to something else, moments. Yet it still actually requires the grind of sitting there.

9:20 p.m. I used to watch things and live-tweet them, and I haven’t done it in a while. So when my boyfriend and I get our projector working to watch the Democratic debates, I decide to live-tweet them, mostly just as a mental exercise to try and write funny little quips. It’s not writing a book, but it’s something.