From room 2006 at the

2006 at the Trillith guest house.

Uh, guest house is that what it is?

I don't even know what, I don't even know where I am.

I don't know what it's called.

I feel like it's called the guest house, but it's like a hotel.

That's what we'll call it the Trillith Hotel just outside of Atlanta, Georgia

This is obscure season four in American tragedy. I am your host your friend your ear lover and man-plainer of the literary variety in chief Michael

Ian Black a little doozy a little woozy I haven't slept in well I I took about an hour nap

two hour nap but I basically haven't slept in oh I don't know a day and a half or

so two days. I've just been busy just sort of jet setting around the place you know and

last night unfortunately I had work in New York City until late at night and

then I had to I have work in Atlanta in the morning and so I had to get up very, very early to catch a flight.

So I think I left my hotel room at 4.30.

I was up at 4, but I didn't really sleep before that.

So if I'm stumbling and bumbling and who knows if my if my mood gets

sour if I start yelling at you people and being cranky it's not your fault it's

mine I'm the one who is operating on almost no sleep and as we know I'm an older gentleman.

I don't function well even when I'm fully rested. I don't anticipate myself functioning particularly well on no rest at all.

I did just come from a place. I had lunch at a tacharya here at this little complex in which I'm staying and I ordered

you know three little street tacos and and some guacamole as an appetizer and guys

when I tell you they gave me way too much guacamamole as an appetizer and guys when I tell you they gave me way too much

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