A quick timeout before I go back to DYING.

2005-04-15

So... busy... so... very... where am I? What's that smell?

I'll update for real as soon as I'm not more swamped than a retard in a leaky canoe, but first the gratuitous plug and reason for my absence:

SURFACING, THE EMERGING PLAYWRIGHTS FESTIVAL. YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN.

Friday, Saturday, Sunday (April 22, 23, 24). Webster University. Loretto-Hilton Studio Theater. 7:30 PM. Free as hell.

This year I'm performing in one of the five plays and have written another. It's like, "Two Fifths the Andy Show!" So come. Plus, big party afterwards on Friday night and karaoke afterwards on Saturday night. And you can tag along! Bonus! If you come Sunday, you're pretty fucked as far as the bonuses are concerned, but don't worry, an enriching night of drama should prove suffient.

Seriously, show up to Surfacing. Especially you unnamable Wash U. people that I haven't seen in a million years - since I went to their performance - people who due to their unnamability are heretofore known as "E. Flndrs" and "J. Dnzgr."

Jake sent me the best text message ever the other day: "I'm so bloated with gas that it pushes on my prostate and I get an erection."

-Andy

Finally, you fuckers, finally, finally, finally.

Jaker to the rescue!

The past is the past.

Creamy goodness

Important stuphph!