It’s been a brutal week, but I’m alive. And although I was hauled into a work-related dinner on the night of our 12th anniversary, Jonno is still speaking to me. I consider myself lucky.
In other news, I finally finished processing all my pics from our European “vacation”. It’s an accomplishment, I suppose, though they’re nothing to write home about. If you really want to see Italy as we did–and even prettier than we did–you should check out Jonno’s shots of Venice, Florence, and Rome. Seriously.
Alright, I’m heading home, then to the gym, then to my sofa where I hope to do the gayest thing I’ve done all week: watch Valley of the Dolls and edit the screenplay into a form that’s suitable for staging. No kidding.