April 15, 2015

Rain falling, birds oddly loud in the still-dark trees.

My sister says that when I act I remind her of James Spader. I’ll take that.

The Beautiful Johanna in drama class. I tried to sneak it in as “anonymous,” but most of them guessed right off it was by me. “It just sounds like you.” Their insights were startling and useful. It may be a better play than I thought it was. And I thought it was pretty good.

Last night was the night of agonizing muscle cramps. Who knows why? Drank enough liquid that I could lie down at last in safety.