jereeza has posted a picture of a basset puppy, very young. My heartstrings are twanging like a bluegrass festival. I want a puppy so, so badly. Maybe I'll hire myself out to walk dogs in San Francisco. I just can't handle not being around dogs for that much longer.
We need to write up cast bios for No Exit. Tell me mine shouldn't go something like this: Esther B. (Estelle) would like to dedicate this performance to every boy at the University of Chicago who turned her down for dates. Take that, suckers, you missed out. Neener neener neener.
I made the brilliant mistake of washing down a pill last night with Gatorade. Turns out you can't sleep when you drink an sports beverage before bed. Who knew?
Three-quarters (about) on Cymbeline and half to two-thirds on Ulysses. There are still seven hours left. I feel fine. Except for the falling over dead of tired bit.