...and I hate Tuesday.

Because, yes fans, the air conditioner has decided to take a powder. It's 92 degrees and fucking miserable. Of course, every air conditioning company in town is dealing with dead air conditioners, so the earliest that we are going to see a technician is Thursday. I guess I'll be hiding in the basement with a bowl of ice and a fan until then.

In other news...I had my first rehearsal with my improv team last night and it went pretty well. I was feeling a little out of sorts so I made some weird choices that didn't really go anywhere, but it was fun anyway. Due to the holiday, half the team was absent, so it gave us a lot of time to work on two person scenes and get individual feedback from our coach, Austin. Who is awesome, by the way. I had dropped in on one of his level 101 classes a couple months ago and had a blast, so I was happy to see that he would be coaching us for this team. He had us work on organic openings a lot last night as well as a bunch of scene work and I felt pretty challenged by the whole class. Improv, like everything, is a lot harder than it looks, further proving the addage that "nothing cool is easy". It's another one of those endless things.