Day 207: Yearning #7 - Improvathon

Bleary-eyed and fickle of brain, I'm just back from a first instalment of the 5th London improvathon. It really is very good indeed. I've just got home (and it's almost quarter to eight in the morning). I shall sleep and then go back, at least for a while. And I'd really like to see some on Sunday evening. I really would. 


I wonder what my dreams will do. Greek epics, no doubt. Big stories. Togas. Goats. I'm in an altered state of consciousness. It's nice.