I woke up in my boss' office a few minutes ago, which is something I can both heartily recommend and strongly advise against. It was very refreshing, and completely disorienting.

The reason I was sleeping there at all is I spent the last week in Aspen systematically obliterating my immune defenses. Late nights, early mornings (Damn you, Chelsea, for guilting me into that 10:45 screening of Art School Confidential.), cold temperatures, high altitudes and hot turkey submarine sandwiches conspired against me all week long, but I'm not mad at them. (Except for you, Chelsea. DAMN YOU.)

Aspen was a hectic and excellent time, and performing there was only number 3 or 4 on my list of reasons for enjoying the comedy festival. #1 was probably slipping out of the after-party to watch Dave Chappelle do a loose, impromptu hour-long set of comedy. People love calling him crazy these days, but watching him onstage was like seeing an important event unfolding. I don't think I'll forget it anytime soon. And this came on the tail of a week of seeing comedians I really admire to the point of embarrassing fandom—people like Louis CK, Gary Shandling and Paul F. Tompkins. They were great, but Chappelle was just kind of transcendant. (I just got punched in the arm and called "faggot" by my computer, for writing that last sentence. Ow, computer. Quit it.)

People have been asking me if I scored an multi-billion-dollar deals in Aspen. Well, I don't want to say too much right now, but I am in possession of the business card of the "Humorous Content Editor" at American Greetings, who assured me his "people" were really looking to "upgrade their writing." I hope he meant it, and that it means American Greetings is finally ready to break their long-running "cunt" taboo.