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.