I may have slept as much as eleven hours. It would be the most I have slept since mid-December. At one point in the night I was dreaming about an experimental musical about Wittgenstein whose rehearsals actual Wittgenstein was hopelessly critiquing, in the sense both that he didn't expect it to make much difference and that no one could hear his critiques on account of his being dead, which did nothing to stop him pointing them out. I had moved on to dreaming about Denholm Elliott when Hestia woke me to be fed.
The fundraiser for Autolycus' medical bills is less than a thousand dollars from its goal. Thank you so, so much, everyone who has even seen it.
I can't believe this month is half over.
The fundraiser for Autolycus' medical bills is less than a thousand dollars from its goal. Thank you so, so much, everyone who has even seen it.
I can't believe this month is half over.
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