Lately I have not felt funny. Or maybe funny things aren’t happening to me. This translates to WTH am I supposed to blog about. I’m not sure what is going on, but I need to get my funny back. It’s not like I think I’m hysterically funny, or witty, or sharp; but I normally at least think of myself as a kinda funny, goofy, slapstick person.

So naturally I decided to take an Improv Class. It seemed like a fun, creative outlet that I would enjoy. And that I might actually have a tiny bit of natural aptitude for it. I figured it would be hard work, but did not anticipate how bad I would be at it. I’m talking stage fright, freezing-up and completely overwhelmed by all the funny in the room. Still I  kept it up, figuring at some point it’d click and I’d have an ah-ha moment.

It didn’t. And it stole my funny. Desperate times call for desperate measures. What to do?? Well, I guess I might have to take the course again. What a racket!!!