I went to a playwriters' Christmas party last night. We each had brought a 2 minute play that was read, and then we voted on our favorites. I tied for second and won $8! It was between that or a book on playwriting, but I know I would NEVER read the book. I have all these books on parenting and the like that I buy, fully intending to read them, and I start them, and never finish.
I sat next to a dear man who is coming out of treatment for colon cancer. Unfortunately, he tends to be somewhat of a melancholy disposition, and much of his conversation at dinner focused on people he knew who'd had cancer and DIED. Finally, the lady -- who is legally blind -- who was sitting across from me said, "I think she wants to talk about something else."
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