Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Dear 2 in the morning,

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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