I ended up napping for almost four hours last night, right through the damn concert. I'm going to avoid making that same mistake with a play tonight, but first the damned internet needs to cooperate. My computer is in open revolt against me at the moment.
A fuller update will be posted later.
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"Benjamin was the oldest animal on the farm, and the worst tempered. He seldom talked, and when he did, it was usually to make some cynical remark—for instance, he would say that God had given him a tail to keep the flies off, but that he would sooner have had no tail and no flies." - Animal Farm
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- Benjamin
- Playwright, humorist, sometime director and cartoonist, bloviating scribbler.
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January
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- The Speakers are Silent
- Oxford
- Pure Theatre
- The Varieties of Theatrical Experience
- Off Again
- Indecency
- Stealing the Soul
- Ack
- Tonight, Tonight
- What day number was this again?
- "English" Food
- Superhighway Superdeals
- Cultural Exchange
- No Place Like London
- Conversion at St. Paul
- On Buskery and Magic Flutes
- Ars Britannia
- Living Space, or the Lack Thereof
- Proper London, yaar
- Waiting to Exit
- Hello and Goodbye
- Wilkommen
- All's Well That Ends Well
- Fallout
- Bailing on Bailouts
- And now for something completely disturbing
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