Goodbye, Old Girl

I started developing a new play yesterday. I'm really excited about it, and so was Robert so I think it might actually be a good idea. I don't want to discuss the details until I flesh it out a little bit more, but I will say that it is an adaptation of Shakespeare's Macbeth revolving around a University's production of Hamlet. I haven't been this exciting about writing in a long time. Let me re-phrase, I haven't been this excited about planning to write in a long time, so I hope it continues to excite me.

I met an "old" friend for breakfast today before work. We went to this adorable little all natural cafe in Eastern Market. I put old in quotation marks because clearly neither of us are really old enough to have old friends, but we haven't seen eachother in a pretty long time and we've known eachother since the summer before senior year of high school. And that, at our ages, is a pretty long time. He is a wonderful guy and it was wonderful to spend a few hours chatting it up with him.

***Spoiler Alert*** Do not read if you haven't seen Monday 4/12's episode of 24 and you plan on watching it...if you don't plan on watching it...then no worries...

I don't usually put spoilers up. I don't like to ruin things for people. But in this case, when the television show killed off my favorite character, I'm going to make an exception. I am sad. I'm livid. So many mixed emotions. I understand why TV shows-especially action ones-feel the need to shake things up once in a while. That being said, this is the final season and with only 8 episodes left, my favorite character isn't going to be in it. Poor, Renee. There is a bit of irony involved. When Dan and I saw Hair in New York in Janaury, the woman who played Renee also was at the performance. Dan spotted her so we, obviously, waited for everyone else to leave so we could talk to her. Dan yelled across the aisle to her saying that he very much enjoyed her performance last season and was looking forward to this season. (I just smiled and nodded, I'm not good at talking to famous people) She thanked us, though I'm certain in the back of her mind she said to herself "Boy are you gonna be disappointed when I get shot by a sniper." Humpf.

I'm craving cookies. I can't decide what kind though, so the craving will have to remain a craving for now. Work all week. Weeeeee!