the left hand

i'm trying to organize my inner life, and it's like trying to draw a circle on an etch-a-sketch. i've had a headache all day today, assistant #1 was fussy, and it's playtest night, so the bus home and an empty house.

( on the way to the bus i called my Mom  )

upon arriving home: a package from my brother, containing a tiny red lava lamp night lite, and a phone message from the PM at Book-It Rep offering me a gig.

( and so... )