I feel like I am floating. Things happen, and they don't really seem real. It's one big long dream, right?

I wrote two plays recently. I feel accomplished somehow. I'm not making any money off of it, and I'm not doing much else. But I wrote two plays.

I really want to pack up and leave. Sometimes I don't even care where.

I love Dodger. We're going through all this crap together. He's my little love. We're both miserable, but we know it will get better.

The end. For now.