Do you ever wake up deeply inspired in the middle of the night from a vivid and heated dream to spend an hour scrawling it out, trying very not to wake up entirely and lose the narrative thread with the smell of night lodged just behind your eyes.
So the result could be, if incubated, another tiresome one act play with most stage direction involving kitchen utensils and baking ingredients, now lost to unintelligible handwriting. Or maybe this scrawl is a recipe. Or wallpaper.
mmmm...internet... who needs another crappy one act when Margaret Cho still maintains a blog?