that I’m working on this other new show while I’m getting Missing ready to tour. But my productivity on this new project has been CRAP as long as I’ve been within twenty feet of the Internet. I have to get over the guilt of leaving the house to enjoy myself on a daily basis, because that’s actually my most fruitful time, in terms of this newer new show.

The Internet kills my daydreaming capacity.

Today I met with my director/collaborator. As of yesterday morning I had nothing new to show him, so I gave myself a far-away errand to run, hoping that I might daydream while driving. It worked! Totally unsafe! But artsy!

Of course, as soon as I got home, I wrote none of it down. I was right back on Facebook within ten minutes. Total addict behavior.

So I put myself in the bath and mindlessly blew bubbles for the next hour, and when I got out I was finally able to write stuff down. Twenty minutes of solid new material! Hey!

Internet, you’re my favorite, and I hate you.