Thursday, April 29, 2004

Altoids don't seem to freshen my breath. In fact, they seem to make it worse.

More performing for school last night. I was a wise-cracking, sexist old man, a snide radio drama villain, an annoying stagehand, and a secretly gay man named Charles. I feel limber.

Now it's one of those damned Thursdays . . .

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