A Finite Jest?

I've yet to dress myself, in big boy clothes I mean, but I take a very specific solace in my domestic uniform.  Today it's long underwear with short-shorts over the top, and a button down henley thing where the buttons traverse close to my navel.

I have class tonight (writing @ Second City) and for once finished my assignment early: celebration!  It's polished to the point I don't need to hem and haw any more--it is just a first draft.  This week we had to take anything from any (assuming the primary) living room we grew up in.  Being an auspicious child of divorce (age 2) and a slew of moving around the post industrial wasteland of Racine, WI--this was overall refuted at first.  As sharp as my retention is there's whole worlds of my childhood I simply can't remember.  I settled on "The Bed in the Living Room."  This was a one-bedroom apartment after my mother left Tom something(can't remember the name), whom she was engaged too, for discovery of cocaine I believe.  Given how much of a square my Mother is she may have found a 20 bag and flipped her proverbial lid (a square lid of course).  But the bed, yes, so--as became a frugal habit--I took the bedroom and she slept in the living room.  

This particular incarnation we had a twin-sized bed in the space a couch would normally inhabit.  It was a hodgepodge, as was most everything then.  This is circa 1988-89-ish.  A year or so later I attended a reputable private school, on scholarship of course, and the purgatorial trainwreck of meshing with a group of rich kids provided the back end for the sketch.  Two boys playing Nintendo on a bed in a living room, and the guest, a rich kid, can't wrap his head around the decorative anomaly.

I've gotta hand it to Nancy(our instructor): I enjoyed the hell out of the assignment.  Crafting something personal and character driven without tapping into my eccentric-simpsonesque-surreality was def worthwhile, and there's a succinctness to it that may not be

laugh-out-loud funny, but whole emotional hook angle is a necessary angle in this medium (sketch comedy).

So I'm totally riding the high and self-lauding of being able to extrapolate something substantial from an assignment I scoffed at.  We'll see what the reaction is in a few hours.

Apartment Hunting has been dormant for week... as has been the case with Second City--but the gloves are off.  This HAS to be finished by December 1st...