Saturday, July 2, 2011

Crap


it is not.

The 43,325,123rd draft of my play is not crap. It's clear. It's tight. It's funny. It's slightly sloppy. It hurts.

It's kinda like me.

I'm so confused.

It kinda works.

Kinda like me.

Kinda.

Like.

Me.

What do I do now?


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