Should-be-doing-homework-post

In the depths of a Western Canadian evening, a lone dramatist of questionable merit silently debated with the voices in his head whether to begin another round of computer hearts or continue his frightfully obtusely-plotted soon-to-be-Broadway-nothinginparticular play. The latter, I hope, wins out because this particular drama is already two days overdue. In addition to the author's severe lack of will to do peer-edits of his drama workshop classmates' scripts, failure to actually WRITE a damn play for the class would perhaps result in the loss of the proverbial (and real) 500 smackos.

Home sweet home/blast from the past/I was a better writer at fifteen than I remember being.