I lie here in a hotel room in one of my favorite cities, having driven through the pounding rain in a neck-droopingly awful sleep, riding shotgun with Trolli Sour Brite Crawlers Candy on my belly. I am even more exhausted today than yesterday, if that can be imagined - I feel like I got hit by a truck. But it's a great sensation; I guess I feel like I got hit by a truck of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream.
One of the valuable lessons of The Pink House production was this: if you don't write down the big moments of your life right away, you never will. Mindful of that, I'm going to bed anyway, and will try to elucidate The Best Weekend of My Entire Life tomorrow.
Posted by at August 11, 2003 10:11 PM