Life of Worry

Days until audition: 8

Audition progress: Hope. Distant, ugly hope.

First improv workshop at York on Friday.

Oh, and I'm running it.

What?

Well, a good chance to stretch my legs at this whole improv game, and maybe get some sketch/stand-up feedback, too. 

I ran into former Huron Countian-turned-Humber Comic-turned-comedian on the subway. He gave me hope for my admission chances. I breathed a deep, almost sensual sigh of relief. 

So I need to plan out this improv meet, edit and improve my pitiful stand-up and choose and perfect a sketch for submission. 

One last thought:

What's more funny: Sacrilege or bros?

This is important, I swear.

Auf weidersehen, you chucklefucks.

ps. I really hope you aren't dense enough to not have realized that all the titles are links, but chances are that this is the case for some of you. 

"If you only click one title link in your lifetime, make it this one!" -Billy Mays*. 

You don't want to disappoint Billy Mays, do you? You don't want to fucking piss off BILLY GODDAMN MAYS, do you?

*Actually me.