Long, Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

Mele Kalikimaka, Matt Smith.

It's officially fall. I can tell. I have that lingering feeling of dread, accompanied by a soft, chewy melancholic center. My emotions are very closely linked to the weather -- I told Dunegan it's a trade-off; I also get 43 separate channels even though the antenna's bent.

Fall also means that people are getting married. I think that's closely linked to the weather as well, really. There are more weddings at the tail end of summer and during the fall because our animal instincts kick in. Human beings know that the winter is coming, and they want to huddle together for warmth. It's like a long, long, familial hibernation.

At any rate, that's all to say that I've been to several weddings thus far this season, and I still have at least two more to go. One this Saturday, and then Emma and Marty's at the end of the next month. So, long and short and everywhere in between, there've been a lot of weddings.

Hmm. What else? What else? My play, "Big Matzah Balls," was selected in the Future Tenant "Future Ten Festival." So, I mean, that's cool. I wrote it as an assignment for a playwriting workshop at CLIMB, and it was purely experimental. I have a meeting about it tonight -- I'm not really sure how long it's supposed to take. The play's only 10 minutes long. How long could it take?

More from me later. Time to wash. (Jill Sobule tomorrow night! Yay!)

And all that jazz,

Meredith