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April 15, 2009
This morning I submitted six short plays to a contest in London. This is, in and of itself, an amazing thing. A triumph of sorts. A victory over the voice inside my head; the one that says I have no imagination. What is it with that voice, anyway? And why do I listen?

Stumbled upon the "Tea Party" in San Antonio today. Signs, homemade and otherwise, saying Texas should secede and be independent again, that Obama is destroying our country, that Americans are gun-toting idiots, as far as I could see. It was fascinating and disturbing. I should have worn my "Women For Obama" t-shirt today. Bring it on, assholes.