not sure if you're a boy or a girl

Gabi just told me that I haven’t updated in a while. I’m sitting at Starbucks in Concord center, writing this on a napkin in pretentiously loopy scrawl. The sun is causing an optical illusion against the window. You know the kind where white spots appear in the corners of a grid? It’s doing that. John Barrowman is singing some shitty love song with the name I can’t remember in my ear and I’m sipping a $3 cup of tea. In other words, life is exceedingly dull.

As I’m now finding out, the theatre has internet. In case you hadn’t figured, it’s now tomorrow afternoon in relation to this post. I’ve been hanging out at the theatre the past couple of days. Yesterday we worked on Jacob’s ladder, but today I’m being lazy and downloading Hamlet. And following the Proposition 8 trial on liveblog (http://prop8trialtracker.com/). My biggest concern is because the stay on cameras in the courtroom was sought by the right wing supporters of Prop 8, I am getting only reports with a strong liberal bias. I’d really prefer to be seeing what’s actually happening.