What was I thinking going into business? I said repeatedly that as soon as improv began to feel like work, I wouldn’t want to do it any more. And sure enough, I don’t really want to do it any more. I must seriously have a personality defect, because every time I really love doing something, I start thinking that there’s a way to make it bigger than just a hobby, and then it spirals out of control, and I never end up happy about it. Why can’t I be like normal people and be happy to just have a little fun?

This is self-destructive behavior. Bad, bad self-destructive behavior.

I need to breathe.