Monday Monday

STILL no goddamn Internet at home, which means if I want to post something I either do it at work after hours or I do it from my girl Rose's place---and Rose has her own problems with Time-Warner; she's waiting for them to come fix her flawed cable, which has her Inernet operating at a sub-dialup crawl. It can take ten minutes to load gmail.

So THAT's why the posts have been so light. And I have to get going. But it was a good weekend. I saw Mike Daisey's new show, TRUTH, at the Ars Nova Theater, and it was very good and most inspiring. (I want to do a show now about my years at Hallmark. Wouldn't that be a great topic? I'd call it Greeting Card Whore.) I finished one of the annoying unfinished chapters of my novel ("The Floating Hermit and Possibly Judas") and wrote ten pages of another ("The Ship of Fools: A Drama In Two-Thirds of an Act"). And once I finish THAT today, the only thing left between me and a rough draft is the two chapters at the very end. I'm quite giddy with anticipation.

I was just telling Rose the other day that I can't remember the last time I was this happy. Except, of course, for the fact that I don't have much money. And the Internet's not working. But still--if you can read this, I'm probably smiling right now.