I felt so smug this morning. I'd been on such a roll last night that I wrote three extra jokes and squirreled them away, thinking I'd be ahead of the game today. But can I find them now? Noooo.

You have to understand, I'm a bit of a cheapskate. Which means that I don't use a fresh piece of paper to write joke ideas on; I use whatever comes to hand: grocery receipts, business cards, and already-scribbled-on sticky notes. Which also means, unfortunately, that my 'notes' end up looking like, well, trash (or in this house, recyclables). Which is where I suspect the ones from last night ended up.

Because of that, I've spent the last forty-five minutes desperately seeking the jokes I wrote last night (and can't for the life of me remember) by digging through every trash and recycle container in the house. I probably could have come up with three new ones by now! However, it hasn't been a total waste of time. I believe the experience has given me some insight into where comedians get their material...

I'm going to count that as ONE.