Walk About

Walked around the city today. Played the tourist game with my dear friend Michelle.

Michelle's a teacher. She's also a writer, and she's heading to upstate NY next week to partake in a fancy-shmancy writers workshop. Sounds sweet, especially since she just finished her first manuscript. Well, maybe not finished, but got the meat done.

Speaking of meat, Sonia emailed me the most brilliant thing either of has done thus far for the musical. I mean, so theatrical, so deep, so hilarious, so seriously silly, so poignant. It's real. I dig.

So today, for the first time since I started seeing a therapist (granted this was only our third meeting), I started to understand the value of the mental health profession... at least in my life. Observations from objective parties can be powerful.

OK, off to live some life away from the keyboard. Go Celts! Even though Scott Pollard is the only thing I really cared about on the team.