I forgot: Eileen can't be married. Well, she could, but that's going to make a lot of what happens really...well, let's just say it's easier this way. Mv. Prins is now her...youngish uncle. For the time being.
Also, I am writing more in elliptical form because that is how I am writing my screenplay. I need to not do that here.
Also, S. Griffin's draft is done. (Fine. It was almost done already. But still.) Only three more to go before the day's end. [Late-breaking note: Dang. I got Alex's and daD's done and sent off, but I don't have time to do justice to moM's until tomorrow. Ah well.]
Also, please do not share your drafts with other people in the play unless you are married to them. Okay? Okay.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
