all aboard.

And the weeks roll by.

I finished my one-act play today for Playwriting -- well, I suppose I should say, I wrote the first draft of a one-act play that I will likely be rewriting for the rest of my life.

Bill has said -- and even he admits that it could just be heresay -- that Tennessee Williams, on his deathbed, was still trying to rewrite Glass Menagerie. So I guess that says a thing or two about the lifestyle that I have chosen. Well, and the degree of what remains of my sanity.

At any rate, Charlie and the Express Train have left the station.

Now I'm left with a screenplay that I hate, a presentation on Aristophanes, and a 10-page scene in the style of Sophocles, Aeschylus or Euripides, and a butt-ton of reading due throughout the week. It might seem like I have a head-start, given that it's Friday, but all these things are relative in Graduate School, I assure you. No matter where in the world you might be.

In other news: Happy Birthday, Dad! My father is Fifty...::garblegarble::...today! Everyone take a moment and wish him the best. I'm sure he's got one or two last good games of golf left in him. ;)

I'm sorry that I have very little to report, but I'm really not kidding when I say that I've been so busy lately that I've barely had time to sleep. I do crunches when I can't think anymore, because they hurt. I do yoga to make myself sweat because they say that's good for you. And I eat yogurt because it's fast. If these things sound terrible, I promise they're not. AND I've lost a jean size!

For those of you in Philly, my screenwriting teacher has a play going up at People's Light in Malvern, October 14-17. If you're interested in going to see it, let me know, and I'll find out what the times are. I know my parents are going, and y'all know how they love company.

Anyway, back to the grind. Time to make a man's life miserable.

See? Grad school ain't that bad.