‘…it’s true we named our children after towns…’

I am restless. The past few days I’ve been sitting around the house all day long, got nowhere to go, just sit here and get furious with myself for not being more productive. I’m trying to write a play, but although I have good ideas the writing comes out like shit. The Agora System was coming well until I shafted the layout, and I can’t figure out how to fix it. It’s a problem, actually. Sigh, but such is life. I need to calm down or I’m going to wind up hurting myself in a nervous fit. I don’t know what’s going on. But school is coming soon, and then I won’t have to think about it anymore because I won’t have time. I went over some of my lines from The Crucible today. To my delight, I remembered most of them. Thrilling. It’s actually quite nice, because I was dreading re-memorizing all of that crap.

“This is a strange time, Mister. No man may longer doubt that the powers of darkness are gathered in monstrous attack upon this village…”

Ominous. The play is so fucking brilliant. And poignant, too.

All right. Off to take one more crack at saving my layout and then going to sleep, because I’ve got to get up tomorrow morning.

out.

background noise: modest mouse

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