Had clown group tonight. Lot's of the George stuff including the "emotional" face-off (though not the "be funny") exercises. A new person found it and showed up, jumped right in (he stuck his head in the door as most of us were dropping to the floor and dying a dramatic death-and didn't walk back out). Busses before mine were late, so mine was mostly empty. Had to force my eyes to stay open for the last two stops, I kept waking up and being confused by the surroundings. Really friggin' tired.
Commit to the action. Commit to playing it out. Commit to letting it fail grandly, if it must. My backstory just got a lot more personal.
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