A lesson in tightropes

I slept badly last night. Auditions are in two days and I'm wrangling cats to stand still. And I'm not going to write anymore about how I don't sleep these days either much or regularly. Shirley, there are more important things for us to talk about.

Like: I've got moths again. Or moth, since I see only one. I've got moth. But there's never just one, is there? Where there's one there's like millions, right? So if I wait a few days I figure I'll start seeing them all over the place. My plan: wait. Wait and kill them en masse. I don't think they - or it - suspects.

The LBC on Monday, wine with L last night.