Shit and Giggles

I'm still pumped after spending the evening on my writing project. My partner and I managed to come up with nearly seven pages of dramatic goodness. While this is nowhere near completion, we should have something to show next Monday when the group meets again. We have two more nights to get more stuff down on paper, and I feel great. My partner and I make a great team, much funnier together than seperately. At least, I am. Of course, not all is giggles. We have a few serious moments. But how much comedy can be gleaned from taking the Lord's name in vain? We are about to find out.

However, as in the playlet, my life is not all giggles. I got very drunk a few weeks ago and said and did some stupid things that drove away Passaro. Things for which I am very sorry. Of course, Passaro was there too, though nowhere near as drunk as I was. I miss him. I have to wait for a signal from him, however, since he made it clear that was the way it had to be. In the meantime, I'm avoiding the Jameson's, against which I completely misjudged myself. For all my bravado, I am a rather naive and cheap drunk.

That's all there is, I don't know when I'll post again, but hopefully I'll relate how the playlet goes over after next Monday.