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I sold ten copies of Problem Child at Perverts Put Out! last night.

Wow.

Naked Eye in the Haight took three the same evening -- my first store sale. I'm going to have to reprint soon. Like, in the next two weeks...

I guess it's a success.

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dryadgrl said some very sweet things about my performance at Perverts Put Out! last night. She's right, reading that story ("The Robber Girl") always makes me nervous, and the funny thing is that I'm not sure why. It's just intense. My throat constricts and my voice begins to crack.

I had a sore throat today. Probably not coincidence.

In other news, I ended up with a last-minute theater date tonight. Our dinner companions forgot that they had tickets to see the Berkely Rep's performance fof Fraulein Else; they had spare tickets, though, and invited us to join them.
(They also offered, like good hosts, to blow off the theater and just spend dinnertime with us, but in the end we got the best of both worlds.)

The lead actress, whose name I'm spacing on, wrote the adaptation herself (it's from a story by Schnitzler, the same guy who wrote the source material for Eyes Wide Shut -- but don't let that turn you off). I can't find my program to provide any relevant production details whatsoever, so you're just going to have to trust me that technically, the play was excellent, and that it was trying to do some difficult stuff -- and mostly succeeded.

I'm really glad I went. If for no other reason than to see this actress. Whose name I've forgotten. Argh. I don't see enough live theater, and I love it.

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Problem Child just sold out its first (limited) print run.

(Print run is such a misnomer. Xerox run.)

I'm going to make more copies this week, but still -- woo hoo!

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It depresses me to think that the sudden push to war, right now, no more waiting, might be more out of a desire to get the economy to recover than out of a sense of, oh I dunno, justice or even tactical expediency. The stock market went up today. Whoopee.

It depresses me even more to think that there are people out there who don't necessarily think this is a bad rationale.