these are not my walls

Your Inner European is Irish!

Sprited and boisterous! You drink everyone under the table.

Does this mean half of me is occupying my inner self?

I did, like, a gazillion hours of improv this weekend. We had a workshop with Dave Morris all day Saturday, then did two shows Saturday night (well, I was in one and Alex was in the second, but we both had jobs during the performances we weren't in), and then we did another workshop with Dave on Sunday. Holy tiring, batman. But so, so worth it to have Amy workshop with us on Sunday!

The shows went better than I expected - which is to say, we did the long-form storytelling thing better in the show than we did in the workshop. It was really fun to do the show in the space - the Fernwood Community Association - because it was so reminiscent of community theatre, which is a very different feel from the comedy club vibe I was used to with Without Annette. We sold refreshments that one troupe member made, we had theatre lights that we ran, we set up a ticket table at the front of the house - it was great.

Also great? 12.5 working days left. And counting.