I expect to write a marvelous, awe-inspiring play, I imagine it will knock the wind from your stomachs, take the strength from your knees, and bring tears to your eyes as you sleep, inevitibly dreaming about it for the rest of your lives. Those near to you will grow to think you insane, as you obsess over my play, randomly breaking down into uncontrollable sobs, or insane guffawing. I apologize for the life-shattering quality of my as-yet-unwritten play, but it is beyond my control.
chris
2 comments:
Wow -- I'm feeling light-headed already, and this is just a blog post...
chris, i've been reading your comments on the other blogs, and i think you should know, god is gonna get you someday. you won't get away scot-free. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
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