Voyages of Discovery

Where the hell is my lighter? It's not in my pocket. I don't see it on the floor anywhere. Where is my lighter?

Fuck it, I'll use the stove to light this cigarette. The stove makes fire.

I shouldn't have leaned over so much. Now my hair is on fire. I'm pretty sure about that. It's just a few hairs. A very small clump, I think.

It could be a good idea to turn the stove off now. Maybe I'll borrow a lighter from someone.

"You know, the scariest thing is that you did that while completely sober."

"Lesson learned, I guess."

The burned hand teaches best. Fucking Gandalf said that.

Adding insult to injury, I discovered later that night that my lighter had been in my other pocket, merely hiding between the folds of my wallet.

You can't tell by looking that I burned a few hairs. It really was a very small clump.

In news that isn't making me feel like an idiot, the MadLab Theatre in Columbus, Ohio contacted me about producing Shadow. I borrowed Aaron's phone and spoke with their managing director; they seem like a really really cool group. The show is going to be running the four weekends in March 2011. I think my birthday falls on one of those weekends. That might be a fun way to spend it. I hear Columbus has a very nice zoo, too.

It's gone a long way in renewing my confidence. In pulling me out of my browser-game-playing funk and making me want to work harder on writing and propagating what I write. I have some fun projects lined up for myself.