I write. I read. I write. I watch TV. I write for TV.Abandon All Hope Ye Who Question Here
We just came home after six hours of visiting family only to learn the garage door had been open the entire time and thus the house was unlocked the entire time. I can relate to the uneasiness.
Maybe I was feeling your terror. I did think about you today.
Yeah, but my cat was sleeping on the bed when we came in and if there had been any funny business she would not have been so relaxed when we returned. Thank goodness for kitty barometers.
I think it’d be fun to make a TV show called The Company Boys about all the boys who had to play women in Elizabethan theater because imagine all the drama they’d go through fighting each other for parts while also dreading puberty because if their voices change or they grow too tall they’re out of work and sometimes before an audition they compete to see who’s the most realistic woman by dressing up and going into town all decked out in their best gowns and wigs and one of them befriends a guy this way who believes he really is a she and he tries to court “her” so the boys have to fake “her” death to stop his advances.
I’ve had this weird feeling all day that something very important is happening.