[a fairly minor spoiler about Gone With the Wind follows, but jesuschrist will you just watch it?]

One more day of the improv festival. Lying in bed, trying mightily to rouse myself in time to go to yoga before a two-hour workshop and then a five-hour show (in which I’m performing) and then an XX-hour party. Look alive, hambox.

I’m watching Gone With the Wind (of which I am an unapologetic and rabid fan), and here comes that surprisingly gripping scene where Scarlett shoots the soldier in the face and Melanie makes up a story for the family and Scarlett calls her a “cool liar” and they decide to bury the body in the garden but rifle his pockets first then Melanie gets naked so they can wrap the soldier’s mangled head in her nightgown so there’s no telltale blood trail! That’s some good cinema right there. Oh, Scarlett (and ooooooo Vivian Leigh).

I guess I’ve done murder. Well, I won’t think about that now.

And! seen on an episode of That Girl (written by Tom & Helen August): Donald was looking in the newspaper for the movie times … one of the movies showing was “The Horrible Mister Baby”! What a bizarre and excellent made up movie title. What were Tom and Helen thinking? Was it an answer to The Incredible Mister Limpet?

And! Why the baby-poo-colored haze in this week’s weather report? Sigh, something else to blame on the mo-fo Zaca Fire, I suppose. Can I wake up one day without my lashes having glued my eyes shut?

Dead soldier, check; Mr. Baby, check, shit in the sky, check. More to come.