My super rad friends up and moved to Houston a few years ago and then reproduced their second child recently and then came to NY to visit because they moved to Houston and I heard nothing they said because I was too busy PLOTTING TO STEAL THEIR BABY.
She tried to breastfeed my shoulder. I'd say it went well.
There's a reading of my play!
It's tonight at 8 at TheatreLab!
I sat in rehearsal (in the same room I got the flu in) finally better, listening to some really really effing good actors read my play with Worsham killin it next to me.
And now today I get to go record a radio play I wrote for Naked Angels, see these puppies for part of the reading rehearsal, and then do other stuff and then watch the reading (in case you were wondering, my grandma will be in attendance. I don't even tell her things are happening anymore. Because she's ipad savvy and she just comes. Because she's the greatest) and Im going to tell you, it's all just fun, you guys.
I like it.
I was on the subway a week and a half ago, and I saw this, burst into laughter and didn't stop for multiple train stops.
Apparently, big deal, artist, a few years ago, 75 dollars, blah blah blah. I've never had the desire to go on EBay until now.
FRAN DRESCHER FAN CLUB HAT, I COVET THEE
So we're in the middle of a workshop of AGNES! on Friday and suddenly, the room starts to get fuzzy and I start to become very cold and then I can't think straight or even totally sit up properly. And everything hurts?
Literally got the flu in THE MIDDLE of a table read. Jenna kept saying "did you write that down?" during the discussion, like I was seven. Because I clearly hadn't written anything down. And everything sounded like alien.
No I didn't write that down.
I haven't seen the outside since.
I have watched the entire Oceans Eleven trilogy plus like ten other movies. I sleep through them but I watch them. It's, you know, what it is.
I am an optimist.