I thought you were just going to be the beginning. I thought I would be up much much later. Magically, through a connection between my life and dear Edwin Piscator, I was able to write you in basically two hours. TAKE THAT LDN. (What if I wrote your full name on this every time I spoke about you? What then? Then your theater studies colleagues would Google you, and get me talking about what an insane professor you are. It's a possibility.)
I have two pages and citations left in the morning, but that actually seems manageable... I will not be writing this paper up until the minute I get on the plane tomorrow.
...today. I GET TO GO HOME TODAY. Which probably means radio silence until next Monday.
So I leave you with these thoughs: LDN if you sign another writing assignment before finals, be ready. I will be radicalized. I will become an anarchist. I will have no patience for you or your prompts.
(Oddly, I'm very pleased right now.)
love,
hannah
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