I was supposed to do this thing last night, because Heather and Gwen said I must, and I may yet attempt it at some future date, as it sounds like fun (I can't wait until the metro has a stop in Columbia and goes through to Baltimore, so treks to the Big Cities will incur less road rage and near accidents). However, after a solid week of everybody and their brother ordering me around and working on slides until I'm bleary-eyed and dealing with piles of drama at work and worrying about Louise (who seems to be doing okay for the moment) and trying to figure out how I'm going to finance a Christmas trip to Australia to see my mom without depleting my savings, it occurred to me that entering into yet another high-pressure, all-night situation with a bunch of people I don't know would not be the best prescription (it sounds snobbish, I know, but I find that being around people for great lengths of time is draining rather than energizing - doubly so if I don't know them).
Better medicine was going home, eating rice noodles, making a pot of tea and curling up with the cat to watch Bringing Up Baby. Solitude and quiet to drain out the chatter in my head and slough off everyone's hands in my life was way more important.
I'm sure I've got a play in me somewhere, but it's going to have to wait until next time. And if anyone knows anything about writing plays, please let me know how to go about it.
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