Nameless.

Dear Fleur.
Small Group was this morning. We played toxic waste. I feel like I'm back helping Daddy at MBA whenever I'm in that class.
I still have to work on my five pages of dialogue today. And then I should finish all my ECE reading. And my Small Group reading. Eesh. I have like forty pages to read before Thursday. And over 100 before Saturday.
Man o man, I love spring term.

How do you write a play that you hate? Because right now, I hate my play.
So glad I only have to work on it for one more week.
And then I get to restart. Maybe with Charlie Meets The Sky. Won't that be nice?


I was coveting dishes this morning. That's probably wrong of me, but I couldn't help it. I was daydreaming about living on a farm while driving to college.I just wanted plain white dishes and nice round, glass cups. I wanted copper pots and pans. And then I wanted to stop wanting things. Especially about the farm. This farm dream will overtake my soul I'm sure. Dishes I can handle. Barns I cannot.

Now for that play.
O.
I even forgot to name it...

Bell.