and on the seventh day

He gave it a rest

Give it a rest Jimmy!

It’s been eight days straight.

A mere three weeks left in the season.

I can see the end of the run.

Perhaps a couple of extra days - some encore performances.

But I’d keep going tomorrow - even if I shouldn’t.

Perhaps I outta give it a rest.

Did you know that in front of the Halifax Citadel there’s some kid, dressed as Highlander, pretending to be a soldier from the 19th century, and they’re standing guard.

They are required to stand still and not say a word for a full hour.

Laura wants me to do this job.

Then she figures,

Maybe then?

Maybe then I’d learn to keep my mouth shut.

And if I could keep my mouth shut and give it a rest?

Maybe then she’d have a moments peace.

But by then?

I’ll have learned to piss over the moon.