|Oh, for fuck's sake.|
Delirious run in the dark. Thank you, The Church, for that one song. Refused to stop running until it was over.
Fast run, insane. And now it's 10:30 PM. Rose at 5 AM to make crêpes. It wasn't Montréal, but still. Tonight we had the Yoga Mom families over to inaugurate the deck.
New writing last night, forward into the past. A new scene, a revision. Wednesday there will be a second reading for the new work, and I have already completed those edits, today. I completed them today, not a half-hour before the reading.
Then there's the five-minute play. Still clueless about that one, but I have plenty of thoughts. A plot would be nice, even a five-minute play needs a plot.
Distance: 3.23 miles
Avg Pace: 7:48
Route: Boulevard Loop
Intake: can't even
Water Stop: no
Little Creatures. The album of the summer of 1985. Good Lord.
What's That Lyric?
Road to Nowhere - Talking Heads