Going to an opening at ‘apostrophe s’ tonight. Not sure who is showing, but it doesn’t really matter. It’s art, darling. That’s all that matters, right? I shouldn’t be so cynical, but I can’t help it. It’s so ingrained in my personality that I wouldn’t know where to look to delete it. It’s like a new virus that to one’s worked out how to combat.
Should have worked on that script and/or the monologue, but I didn’t. Spent the afternoon reading from various livejournals and d-x diaries, all linked from one to the next. What a web we weave. (I’d link them, but I can’t be bothered right now.)
Damn. Just realized it’s my turn to do the dishes.