Well - I was supposed to have a lunch today, but alas no lunch. Instead it was turkey downstairs. Mllyuuch!

Had a crazy dream last night: a rocket exploded in Jersey City - and I saw the thing happen.

Go up in flames. And as I watched, there was a secondary explosion. From that a piece of metal, an enormous piece of debris went flying in my direction...and I said to myself - this is it. Or I am going to die now. But I didn't.

What else? Naked Angels reading might happen. As will the Cherry Lane staged reading.

Amy B has set me up with many, many meetings: LA Theaterworks, South Coast Rep, Mark Taper and maybe even Geffen. Shit. That's a lot to deal with in a few days. Or, a day. This is what I want though. right? Absolutely. HB