Didn’t have improv class this week. We will meet next week (which is the off week) to make up for it. Teacher was doing some show somewhere.

Writing class went great. I wrote a sketch that was OK but missing something. I had Collin and anther guy read it. Collin did a great job, and I got really good feedback on the sketch. But most importantly, I was able to see where I went wrong. I now know how to fix it, and should have a pretty good sketch out of it pretty soon.

After class we all went across the street to talk and drink. I am really fucking drunk right now. Man that was a great group of people. All of the sketches were really good, and Andy was an amazing teacher. He told me to just go for it when it comes to putting up my own show. I really want to do that now. Just write it and fucking do it. I know I can find a cast, so why not. I know that the first show will not be great, but that is the only way to learn how to direct something. I am so fucking excited about that idea. Every week life gets better, and I am moving closer to great things. Makes me really want to get up in the morning.

Another great thing, is my roommate McKenzie cleaned up the apartment and moved the furniture around. It made such a difference. Changing your surroundings can change your attitude. I am feeling wonderful (or drunk) (or both).

Good night.