The other day my twelve-year-old says to me, I don't feel like I'm with you right now. You're in the car with me, you're checking your e-mail, you're not listening to me, I don't feel like I'm with you. And I say, You know what? That was your mother's gripe, too. And she was right. And you're also correct. When you cop to something, you get to the next level. In this case, the next level is: I just learned something from my twelve-year-old.

Just went to the gym and worked on every body part. Four people slapped me.

As time goes on, the more I value doctors and plumbers. Doctors a little more. I can fix my own toilet but I still can't operate on myself.

Around comics, I've always been known for, oh, that's not dirty, this is dirty.

In the creative sense, I'm looking forward to collaborating with people I have mutual respect for to create some really good work.

There was this whole middle time that only Chris Rock came out of, you know, 10 years ago it was Chris and a few other people, but that's about it. Chris is in a class of his own; I don't see another comedian who I put in high regard as him.

Today is a brand new day. A day of change, of promise, of creativity, of kindness, and of love. I'm going back to bed.