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I’d feel a lot better about the next two weeks running from work to rehearsals to performances to triathlons to business trips if I weren’t so fucking sore. I hadn’t planned on running the Bronx Half Marathon Sunday morning. I’ve done it for the last four years. See, there’s a race in every borough, and…

And I thought I’d pretty much wasted the weekend. But that was before The Big Idea. Come Saturday evening I didn’t have much to show for myself. Sure, I caught the midnight screening of ‘Spinal Tap’ (and realized just how many lines from the film I’ve integrated into my daily vocabulary). And sleeping in (10:17!)…

Hey, did I mention that I have a really big show next Friday? Used to be I performed on the Lower East Side every 3-4 weeks or so. That was back when I was billed as ‘Benjamin Wagner Deluxe,’ which was a fully distorted power trio. That was back when I wore blue vinyl pants…

It seemed like a good idea at the time. But now I think I’ve said too much. The primary feedback I get on The Daily Journal (other than, “I love your writing,” ha ha) are as follows: Why don’t you write about me? Why did you write that about me? Why don’t you write more…

One full day to myself on The Lake, and what do I do? I watch ‘A Wedding Story’ marathon on TLC. All afternoon. I understand now why Americans are super-sized. I spent the balance of the foggy day-after in front of the television, picking through the fridge, and staring out at the cold gray white…

I am sore in ways I never knew possible. I arrived Providence, RI, Saturday morning at 10:30. My buddy Seamus, Communications Director for Boston’s Big Dig, met me at the train station. Pausing only for coffee, he pointed his Accord northward beneath bright blue skies and billowing white clouds. We detoured through Boston where Seasmus…