I did it. I sent the email cancelling myself out of improv. I'm sad about it.
It was one of those hard, mature moves.
I knew I had to do it. But like an addiction, it was hard to stop.
Now I am free of improv. But instead of thinking about the oodles of money I'll be saving, I am missing improv. :(
Of course, when I think I can watch the last Frasier episode ever (because they hardly ever show those again and what's the point of taping it -- too depressing), I do seem to perk up.
Hmmm... I wish the stupid improv troupe didn't charge dues!
On another note, I very smartly brought a jar of Jif creamy peanut butter to work the other day and then forgot to bring it home. It's a tasty treat. I'm glad I'm not one of those people allergic to delicious things. Today *big sigh* it is my only consolation.
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