people smell. for reals.
but i'm writing another play. screw the one person one act that was really about me. it was bad.
instead i'm writing (hopefully with frank warren's permission) a collection of monologues based on secrets that have been mailed to postsecret. its an interesting prospect to me right now. i hope i can follow through. i have a tendancy of starting these things and then letting them fall off. i really like this idea so i'd like to actually complete it. i have half of the first monologue done so far. its based on the secret that said "Somedays, it feels more like a noose!!!" with a man wearing a priests collar.
i think its interesting.