Alright, #improv marathon week is over! Three #longforms, one #cabaret format, plus one workshop session.

During this week, I have died once (presumably murdered), been a ball pool executioner once (but I brought pastries for the condemned), had a car accident after tokyo drifting a bit too much (with the toys in my bedroom), I have helped hide the body of my mistress' husband (and taught her kid how to dance), investigated that murder (as a bigoted southern cop), been dug up from a grave (where I lived as a maggot), survived Valentine (as a flower), crawled through a tiny apartment (as a real-estate agent)...

All in all, this was a good week, but I might be a little tiny bit exhausted.