…it’s already gone.”

Things can never be like they were before, it’s true. When you look back at the snapshots: it doesn’t look so bad. It looks good, actually, ideal. But the truth is: it probably wasn’t. If it was, let it be.

LA and I finished watching Six Feet Under. Holy molasses. That ending. I remember the first time I saw that ending, nearly 10 years ago. I was in Chicago. Blake and I had had a big fight earlier that night and she went to bed early in one of the downstairs bedrooms. I watched the series finale and cried and cried. I woke her up and told her I watched them all die. At the time, it was almost enough to make me want to forgive her for everything. So I tried.

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The semester is finally over and I am in production high gear basically from now through mid-August. Peggy Jo & the Desolate Nothing opens in less than two weeks, and SLAB previews July 31 and opens August 1. It feels like a lot. But I’m having so much fun working with Buntport, except for that time I got my finger caught in the trigger. We built a whole RV, so you should probably come see the show.

On Thursday night, I got some very bad news about SLAB, but I have to believe it will work out. Because: it has to. We’re working on it.

Yesterday was Byron’s birthday, so Erik took us all out for lunch at Red Lobster. After: everyone felt a little ill. But we all agreed that the cheesy biscuits were worth it.

I have been texting with Bruce, who I just love to pieces. I wish he lived where I live, but he seems pretty happy where he is. John and I have been seriously talking about a trip to Savannah in the Fall and it just occurred to me: we completed our MFA degrees 10 years ago. Exactly. How crazy is that.

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Into that Great Nothing, with is actually Something, which is America.