...started rewrites on my play. I think it's better. There are some transitions that I need to work out but it will come in time, unlike employment. I'm not used to this staying in my pajamas until 3:00 PM stuff. I would like to be a productive citizen again, but the one job I thought was a go just hired someone who speaks Russian. What the hell good will that be for a decorating company? I don't know. Nothing makes much sense anymore. I just keep applying and hoping.
I'm deciding whether to read Obama's book next or stick with the Mamet plays. I'm afraid my mind is slipping. I just finished reading Joseph Conrad's The Heart of Darkness and I swear I had to stop and reread every page. It's like I've forgotten the English language.
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