I am in the midst of typing Valparaiso into a doc. Any potential adaptation must start somewhere. tonight, I meet with the naked angels folks. To find out about next week's project issues/fear or whatever they call it.
This weekend was a bit of a bust. I guess. I sort of got to catch up on my sleep. What was Friday night? I remember going to the Rattlestick theater for literally two seconds. Literally 7 minutes. I left my scarf there - and then had to battle my neurosis - if I went back, would I seem too forgetful? Or if I left it there, wouldn't that give me an excuse to check back and have the promised follow up? So I left it there. Emailed. And found out this am that, yes, they do have it. Then on Friday I ate at sumos.
Part of my mock atkins diet. I do think I am losing weight. Let's hope. I wonder how many pounds I can shed a week. without exercise? Then I went home and didn't get the application for drama league completed.

Saturday, I completed it, sort of. Then went to meet Keith Reddin. He wants me to direct a play of his for some little theater company whose name escapes me. Then off to Brooklyn for a crappy apartment hunt. I was underwhelmed. Then the shuttle blew up. Which I seriously anticipated. (But what are you going to think when you hear "Nasa has ok'd the landing of the oldest shuttle in the fleet. Oh, and security is really high, because of the Israeli on board.)

Off to brooklyn where I got waylaid by the insane broker. Jesus. He made me miss the 4pm local post office deadline. And then I was off to home, compiled the apps. and then waited in line at the 34th street station for an hour. ouch.