Friday, May 6, 2016

May 6, 2016

On the porch was a box with a bag in it, and in the bag was West Virginia tree frog tadpoles.
Last night’s performance was not stellar. But I got some laughs. Had taken a gout pill the night before and was still submerged.
Stupefaction throughout most of the day, and when not stupefied, working hard on Autolycus. Days disappear in the writing, and these alone I do not regret.

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