is today the day?

I think maybe tonight.

NIGHT: I was wrong. Today read like a bad soap opera. i keep being stretched beyond my limits, or what I thought my limits were. I try to be detached, but I can’t think. No use going into detail.The details are boring to you and distressing to me.

I’m going to Stratford tomorrow, first play for me of the season. Othello (helluva fellow).

Anon, anon.

are you still there?

I’m back, spelled B.E.A.T. as in tired. Still pushing my body through time and space and going to bed now to allow it to catch up with me.

More, of course, anon.