Unclear: How I will go to improv class tonight and be open and funny, when currently I am feeling humorless and like a closed umbrella in the rain.
Addendum 2/16: Class was fantabulous. I had three or four scenes that I really, genuinely liked, and I really, genuinely had fun. (I am not lying.) I’m not sure what happened — something just clicked. Or snapped. (If you could’ve heard it, it would’ve sounded like the snap of a fresh, raw carrot.)