Friday, January 7, 2011

Cheese Sauce

Playwright Patrick here.

I'm done.

Agonized a bit, then dove in, with the aid of Tostito's cheese sauce and chips... with my wife's last words of the night warming my ears: "Maybe you should sleep in the other room when you're done." Ahhhh, the romance of the 14/48 playwright. Laboring in the solitude of night. And gaseous feelings. Indeed, I burn the midnight oil with the comfort of long ago realized mediocrity my only friend.

I'm wired. I'm burping something that tastes yellow.

I think I'll try to sleep. Maybe I'll dream up a better play!!!

1 comment:

Paul Mullin said...

Ah, the life of a playwright.

You go, Patrick!