March 4th, 2001

Roman

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Windy! I woke trying to think of my dreams, promptly forgetting them, noticing the wind. My mobile home feels secure even though the windows are shaking.
Roman

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Rain! And a flat tire. Fortunately, in a parking lot. But service stations no longer exist, or else are not open Sundays. No tire shops open today either.

I saw Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolff? last night. Wonderful production. I was concerned that there had been no reviews of this play, which ends next weekend, so I wrote a review for my friends. A friend suggested I offer my services to local papers and sent me email addresses for four of them. I wrote. I think it would be cool to write these reviews, and can hope. I tend to be writing reviews in my head no matter what.
Roman

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It's later Sunday evening. I haven't done much but I feel very tired. I haven't written anything in my story today but I have written to local newspapers to offer my services as a play reviewer. Unfortunately, I also spoke with my friend Dwain, who is in an upcoming play, and he doesn't even want me to see the play "until the reviews come out" because he has a bad feeling about it. He doesn't want me to see him doing a poor job. I understand his reluctance but I think sometimes we can't control everything our close friends see, and we can't always present our best side. Anyway, chances are he'll be terrific in the play. He has that potential. He's just too tired, too overworked. If one of these papers takes me up on my offer I am goign to have to tell Dwain I can't wait until the reviews come out because I'll be writing one of them...