I am allll backed up, man.
Lately, every time I see a hot girl walk by, I get so frustrated that I smash the front two knuckles of my right fist into the heel of my left palm. Naturally, the level of their hotness (usually their posterior being the "make-or-break" between hot and super-hot) determines how hard I punch. I am starting to hurt myself.
In other news, I finished another full-length play, the one that me and Jamie were trying to bring to Fringe. It is now too long to be a Fringe show, though I might be able to trim it down to 60 minutes. But we might just try and produce it in town instead. Or maybe not, I don't know. I am pretty pleased with how it turned out, in any event.
In other news, I finished another full-length play, the one that me and Jamie were trying to bring to Fringe. It is now too long to be a Fringe show, though I might be able to trim it down to 60 minutes. But we might just try and produce it in town instead. Or maybe not, I don't know. I am pretty pleased with how it turned out, in any event.