Tuesday, May 18, 2004

Thanks to everyone who came out for the last night of ALL STORIES ARE FICTION in the current run, the highlight of which was my dog drinking water from shot glasses at the Grassroots Tavern. He's a trooper, that one.

I would wax nostalgic and rhapsodic about how the night went, how the people were, etc. but I haven't the time--I'm behind, still behind, so far behind I can see myself on the road ahead of me, so this will have to suffice for bloggy digressions for now.