Hello.

Hello. Hello, we're back in the basement.

I keep it simple this month, just Ryan and me.

I don't know about you. I'm pretty tired, but in the best way.

A couple weeks ago, I finally taped the stand-up special.

Thank you if you came out, and if you didn't, I'm excited for you to see it.

And though it feels like an enormous weight is lifted, my sleep has gotten worse.

Once we shot the special, I said, I'm going to take a break from drinking beers. I've been doing a lot of stand-up to prepare, and it's lovely to have a

beer before a show, and one or two after the show as well.

My body got used to it before bed.

Now I think it's unsure of what to do.

I've been waking up at weird hours to think about that submarine.

Don't worry.

I will not stray far into the realm of topical humor that belongs to Jim Fallon and social media,

but it was interesting to discover that there's a whole world of personal submarines that previously held little space in my imagination.

Perhaps it was the same for you. Last week, I was up at 3 a.m. and watched a YouTube documentary about the construction of a deep

submergence vehicle called The Limiting Factor for which they had to forge a titanium ball

for the guy to sit in.

Yes, it was a rich guy with a ponytail.

Like some other Diaz fees, the vessel appears elaborating, but the core is just the sphere.

Perfectly constructed titanium ball, machine to the finest increment so that it will be affected equally by pressure

across its surface.

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