last night. Went to play downtown, took an hour and a half to get home. Saw a group of college students in full formal wear carrying sculling oars down Peachtree at Midnight. Along with old men in plaid tuxedos, intermingled with the poets and prostitutes. Big crowds outside all the clubs -- even the burrito places. Play was not superior -- bad staging, predictiable archetypes, over acting for the younger couple in play. Not worth $25 a ticket (not that I paid that, mind you.)
Haven't written a pastoral prayer, my drama this morning has not been rehearsed. Overslept, and what am I doing? Checking email and blogging.