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And so on.

We are on an eternal seesaw. Whenever I feel balanced enough to let myself make plans and be happy, you're at your lowest. But we move, and the same ways.

I will buy a dogsitter and plane ticket for you if you need it. But more importantly, I won't think any differently of you if you don't take me up on the offer.

When I say I'm financially independent, it's because I disregard the future. I'm only temporarily. But that may not be a bad thing, in the end.

Chicago is too cold for you to live. But so is DC, just not that kind of cold.

Don't let other people's 2.5-to-3 pages or definitions of fairy tales get in the way of telling your story. It's your story. You're taking the class for you. Write the story that you wanted to write. Otherwise, what's the point. Besides, we've already made that mistake.

If you offered me to run away with you in 2.5-3 months and become a teacher, I'd probably go with. Not to run away though, but because you would be offering me something to run towards.

Going backwards is worse than going nowhere. But going nowhere is worse than going backwards. The secret is that going in circles is worse than both.

Realizing how lucky I am.

The girl sitting opposite me on the bus looks sad. Weary. I'm not telling her to cheer up, nor smile. Maybe I should. I'm not sure how to. Too late. We both disembarked in opposite directions. And I'm home.

“When you come to town you’ll have them coming for miles…”

Like the missing 311 song in a strewn trail of westward breadcrumbs, March 16 is the waypoint along the trajectory of Pi Day, the Ides of March, and St. Patrick’s Day.

“…Come original / You got to come original…”

Apathy is a defense mechanism. Assassins don’t get stabbed; dictators don’t fall on swords; soothsayers fear no coming day.

Celebrating Pi Day with a bundt cake.  (It's an approximation.)

Happy Pi Day Eve! Or, (Pi - 1) Day.

“If the person has a British accent, engage carefully and quickly.”

Screenwriting : LA :: Improv : Chicago

“Sometimes I sleep / Sometimes it’s not for days…”

The 77, like the most trusted steeds, knows when not to bear its rider into danger.

“…I’m a cowboy / On a steel horse I ride…”

Saw “The Three Faces of Doctor Crippen”, a delightfully triplicated play. The schizophrenetic emphasis on the number, while not ever explicitly more than a gimmick, amusingly permeates the characters, chorus, and audience. The Seussically rhythmed dialogue adds to the enjoyment of the dark comedy.

Not Brothers & Sisters, but could have been; and in some ways, perhaps better: somewhere between real and idealized, to be ended in 4 years, enjoyable without attachment, and therefore comforting in familiarity.

“I am the only audience member.”
I’m the only actor. It’s hard for both of us.

Half an hour passes very quickly.

Too much light? Pah fah the course.

“I’m good to go…”

Working a Saturday is a good experience, especially for the reminder of how grateful to be for usually having Saturdays off.

“…I can’t sleep / In the wake of Saturday…”

I’m in an episode of Lost. I board the 423 bus. The woman in the seat in front of me has a few pages torn from a massmarket paperback she’s annotating. It’s weird so I take a closer look, but all I can see is that the top one is page 423. It’s 4:23pm. The bus is totally going to crash onto an island.

Flashback candidates.

It’s a Pace bus, too. Clever writers.

"hi team"
"you've been working hard"
"here's some toffee"
"you can go now"

Given a tapas restaurant, find the minimum party size for ordering the menu.

The purpleline’s heated seats are as an apology for the blueline’s traitorous obnoxiousness.

“I refuse to compare people to public transportation. Unless it is in regards to size. Because I have described people as being as big as a bus before.”

The & Company is literal.

Amissum haud immemoratum umquam cordi.

Yay being able to use a Classics degree.
“I hope you get to use it again some time for more than 10 minutes.”
heh I take what I can get. Or, rather: it's lost but not forgotten, forever in my heart.

Hamletmachine fractures a story into its most haunting aspects. The tragedy is madness.

“I was Hamlet: I stood on the coast and spoke with the surf, at my back the ruins of Europe…”

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