I was so wiped out yesterday that I didn't even get to write. No doubt I won't get to write today either - because here he comes. Ugh. It is just the worst. I must find my way out of this mess. How can I get out of it?


The fucker is here and wants me to track down things that cannot be tracked.


Last night's dream. Attempted to convince the rude mechanicals theater companythat Platonov by Chekhov

was the play they should be doing next. Seriously. And I remember giving some girl shit for wanting to cut me off. I remember giving liz a kiss hello. But really, there is something about Chekhov that just feels right.


Must follow up on those names that Amy gave me so that I can meet up with folks who can help me with my career. Help me get the fucking bejesus out of this hell hole. I am not exaggerating. I feel tense and awful and bloated and unhappy all the time. I need to leave. How great would it be to just walk out. Today.

What a great thought.