Four days till D-Day. My suit is ready. We have booze. We have truffles.
I'm taking my yearly playwriting class in an effort to better myself. The sting of rejection clouded my mind the other day, but now I'm feeling more reflective, and I'm trying to see what the other three plays had that mine didn't.
Enough of my fucking carping. I'll try to keep these wranglings outta the funny papers. That said... go get 'em!