24 hours ago, I arrived in Toronto.
22 hours ago, I played in a free improv Workshop at Bad Dog Theatre.
21 hours ago, I saw Globehead Theatre Sports at Bad Dog. They were okay.
19 hours ago, I sat down to watch Second City: Reloaded sketch show, and then improv. For the long form improv, I gave the suggestion (and only suggestion) of “Destruction”.
14 hours ago, I started driving back to Kingston, after dropping off an old friend I hadn’ seen in a while who shares my birthday.
13 hours, the other two guys in the car and I start trying to tell the best worst joke.
12 hours ago, I arrive in Kingston, and sleep/
6 hours ago, I wake up and return the rental car. It was a full-size Buick with faux wood interior. Upon returning it, I felt as if I became younger by 60 years.
5 hours ago, I ate eggs, 40% raisins and OJ while watching a bad horror movie, while reading in Scientific American about Tsunamis.
4 to 3 hours ago, I cleaned my room, checked email, got stuff ready for the rest of the week. I’ve decided that I’m not doing any work until tommorow.
2 hours ago, I ate lunch.
For the last hour, I’ve been listening to Feynman’s Lecture on Physics while becoming progressively more stoned.
Does this last 24 hours say alot about me (that’s what I intended when I started writing this). I think it says about my days off.
Yours in Ego,