Just got back from the Hellgate play, Tom Jones, which is a musical (oddly enough). It was amuuusing and over the top and really really SURreal, but Nick and Lacy and Alex were all wonderful. And I saw Ms. Copley (and didnt kill her) and she thanked you (Zach) for the Michael Moore poster. Said it put a smile on her face for five days (you suck up you). Saw the Rothwells and Birnbaum (who is now a proffesional dog walker) and Frau Moser (who is pregnet again). I spent the entire time with this pit in my stomach, like a nervious pit but not really. It was like I was in a place where, in theory, I belonged but I dont any more. I have just enough distance to fell lost, and I dont have enough distance to be sentemental. I have to admit, having y'all home again makes me nervious.