Last night went to a party at Libby Torma's house which was kinda weird but fun. I went as the princess of fucking darkness (Sharon Osborn). I am 16 pages into a play and I am just stuck. The problem is, that I also consider myself a reviewer and so I can just hear in my head what I would say about certain parts, were I not the writer. Which is bad. And good in that, if I ever finish this piece of crap, it will be well thought out... I hope.
Ugh, still have massive amounts of eyeliner on. bah!