Something tells me, though, it's not.
Mornin'
Great night last night. I went to a reading of one of my fellow playwrights, part of the "festival" of our group's work this season. A fabulous play -- even better than mine! Dammit.
Seriously, though, I was thrilled for her; she's been working on this piece for about 2 years, and it's just so damn good. The kind of writing that makes me want to write even more.
So that next year I can make mincemeat out of her work.
Just joking.
No, I'm not.
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)