I'm at a point in my life where I just react. Reacting to a distasteful musing, a smelly pong of fart, I'm always aiming to be prepared for the worst. Improvisational comedy is an art not embraced enough in Australia. We're too wound up in quasi-reality-type programming and it's high time that we change the pace and start laughing more.
My nose is congested with a kind of thick air. Ever feel that? You sit down, motionless then suddenly your nose attains a non-physical, unexpected blockage, of unknown origin, and all you can really do is just sit. Wait till it passes. I feel blue.
And my room wreaks of stale, worn-out socks.
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