I’m drinking coffee late on a school night. I made it to the city after a day of monsters. I posted the pictures for our fun day in the park. After checking in to my hotel, I walked over to the Starbucks near my old apartment. When I lived here, I never stopped in here. I believed coffee houses, and Starbuckses in particular, were the devil. Now, I live in them.

I’m sitting here, trying to concentrate while three wanna-be-actors sit and scream at each other. I’m listening but I don’t want to. They’re gone now. Two overweight actors and one thin one. The fat guy just returned from a shoot in Baltimore where he played a cockroach for an east coast exterminator commercial. They have “a call” at 7:30pm. I’m not sure what they’re being called for, but I have a feeling it’s they’re not on call for trauma like Doolies.

I forgot how hard it is to write 2,000 words in a day. I made it (when you include this bit of editorializing), but I need to get back into it. I’m off to a diner to eat a quick grilled cheese before heading back to my hotel room for a few hours of talking to Doolies and then sleep.