I'm getting fat. I never thought I would say that. I am actually the skinniest person alive. I give some Ethiopian anorexics a run for their money. I do think that I need to lay off the pints for a while. My mid-section is not looking like a washboard anymore (which is the only option for skinny people with the slightest bit of muscle - I'm not saying I have a six-pack). 

Anyway, I had a meeting with my new improv company tonight. It was awesome and very cool to finally sit down with a couple of cool, intelligent people and just discuss life and shit over some beer. I haven't done this since moving from Niagara and I missed it. I also ate some amazing garlic bread.

I'm excited to be performing again in a non-scholastic setting. To do it just for the sheer joy of doing it, without the pressure of a teacher watching you. The team is made up of some of the most talented and hilarious people I have ever met, and I am supa-stoked to be working with them (though the pressure is on!). 

I just saw a show at Second City in Toronto, which was amazing. The actors even came out to talk to us after the show. I was amazed at how hard working they are. I think that sometimes we think that all the "hard-work" we will have to do as "starving" artists is to wait tables or make lattes, but the reality is, we have to wait tables and makes lattes and also try to make a name for ourselves in the business. You have to eat, sleep dream and shit your art. You can't leave it behind. It also struck me as amazing that they never stop learning. They take things from each other, from other actors, take classes and still crave more knowledge. No one will ever be the best performer ever, because it is all relative. Therefore, no matter how far you go, there is always more to know.