Good morning, all! I had very strange dreams last night: a trup to England - or was it Dublin? - and I was with Twiggy and several others waiting in line at a bank/train station, then Patricia Routledge and Robert Lindsay were swimming somewhere a la Poseidon Adventure, and then I awoke around 5:00am with an anxiety attack. At 6:30, I figured, the hell with it, and got out of bed.
Last night, I called my brother Randy, whose company is having a hard time staying afloat. He mentioned that his former partner Macbeth was totally unsympathetic, and I told him i was because the Macbeths managed to embezzle as much as they could before retirement. He also told me that if no work comes in for me, I can always relocate and stay with him and Jo. I think that's very kind, but I'm not sure I want to move back to Ohio. Still, after August, I don't know.
So, today is another Toyland day. I must stop at Lee's Art Supply on 57th and pick uyp some tape on my way downtown.
