It's 8:45 and I've already straightened up my desk. Next on my list of things to do it type up minutes from a meeting and then some invoices and then I plan to answer a couple questions I have by surfing the internet and then I plan to get lost in short story-writing fantasyland. Today they are providing the 9 of us that will be here pizza for lunch. I'll stroll down there, naked, and have a couple pieces of cheese. They told us we could wear jeans today.

I wasn't really on that PAX thing I told y'all about on Wednesday. They showed my smiling face sitting against the back wall in the green room writing and laughing. What they didn't tell the viewers at home was that the reason all of us funny ladies were frantically scribbling on our notepads in the greenroom 5 minutes before showtime was because we were all re-working our sets to be squeaky christian-tv clean. Away went all of our usual tv-ready sets because we were told that "tits" was too dirty for PAX Feel Good TV, and we were left asking each other "do you think it's okay to say ass-fucking on PAX?"