i am at the library reading the lastest american theatre, thinking as many thoughts as there is rain coming down.
i like being alone today.

across from me is this dude, i swear to god, dressed like link from zelda.
seems like everyday is halloween on capitol hill.

my las vegans are all up to this.

and i'm waiting for something...not godot, but just as vague, so vague i can't even remember anymore.
is it a partner? my laptop? my original voice?

last night the audience loved Catherine...
there's nothing more intoxicating than the moment after you crack everybody up and your next line, is there?
this happens off stage as well. in the dressing room. i've become the one woman peanut gallery.
what is a peanut gallery exactly? is it somewhere charlie brown hangs out?
cause god, i don't want to be there if he does, that child had some major depression issues, and leukemia on top of that.

anyway, i'm trying to remember how to live an authentic life.
i think i knew at one point.
one thing is for sure...i need more women in my life.

are you out there cassandra? sage? hello?