Damn, damn, damn. Sucking on lemons all day and sleeping half the time has not made me feel any better. The cough is worse, the bug is lodged squarely in my chest, and as much as I adore Mustang Bobby (and I do!) I'm not going to take a chance in sub-freezing weather to attend a play in NYC that doesn't even begin until 9 PM. I called Bobby to apologize but I still feel like shit in more ways than one. Safe flight back down to Florida, Bobby! Here's a dream to tide you on your way: a screenplay generator (via Gerard). Get working on that film now! And the next time we see you, I'm sure it'll be to attend your play on Broadway!
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