Email received 4:39 AM.
On the way out of the theatre tonight, a friend told me I should "stretch myself" and write a serious script. Um, no. I don't do that. Plus, it's not a good idea to stray on Saturday. This gal's opinion. But something ended up getting lodged in my brain, something serious, and I could not get rid of it. I fought the idea for two hours then finally realized I just had to do it. It may not be the fault of my friend but I want to kill him. I'm done now - it's 4:30am. Damn.
Wow. Methinks this theme was a bit more...'difficult' than the last one, no?
And PS, killing is never a good idea.