Terror.

Funny or Die all over again. Tomorrow I'm doing a 60 second improv in nose for Annex Theatre's 60 Second Max. I haven't been in nose since school, and I'm only doing it because it scares the bajesus out of me. I was going to do something easy - a song, a monologue, run around and yell (usually works for me)... but it's time for an exercise in Dare to be Terrible. Chris talked me out of the easy route, and he's right. Am I a clown or not? They're not all going to be brilliant, and if you're going to fail, you may as well have a 60 second time limit. Fuck you, comfort zone, I do what I like.

Am I a clown, or not?