Empty.

Oh, right.  This thing.  I need to post an improv.  Okay.

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So,

how's it goin'?

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Can I be honest?  For the past week or so, maybe even a bit longer, all of my improvs have felt like total crap.  And on top of it, I feel like I haven't been able to write anything that I care about.  What is this?  It's like my little tank is empty!  The buzz is gone.  Someone dumped me back into this here place.  There is no expression coming out, and what's worse is that I don't even feel like there is any to get out in the first place.  I hope it's in there... I hope, strangely, that it's in there, and I'm blocking it for some reason.  I just want it to be there.  And I kind of know that it is, because of this extreme restlessness I've had lately... you know, the kind that gives the insomnia bite.  I thought it might be the full moon, and my inner werewolf getting all repressed and antsy in public.  But who knows....

Anyway.

Here we go, Day 235: https://ia800307.us.archive.org/32/items/Improv4512/20120405200900.mp3