Emerson letter coming tomorrow. Claude and I are sitting here and trying not to rip each other's hair out. I haven't been this nervous since the 2009 Tonys. For some reason listening to Video Killed the Radio Star is calming me down. Am I too young to be having my quarter-life crisis?
Lenora joined Facebook two days ago. City of the damned. The suspense, Mr. Lies. It's killing me.