OK, running out of consciousness, but I'd like to say, on behalf of everyone sane involved with Postlude, we are thrilled to death ((pun intended)) that the show is done. Never again will I bloody my knees for St Peter.

So now we're on our way to Finals, to do menial tasks and meander round Boston. And I couldn't be happier. This calls for red lipstick, sunglasses, and a British accent. Too bad Willie isn't with us this year...we could stage another mugging. We'll just have to make due with what we have. Anyone for an impromptu guitar solo?

As if things could get any better, Miles came over today. We watched Panic room, some Matrix, and engaged in hiccup-related activity. I really do love that boy.


"There's a bowl with potatos, one with corn and another with meatballs. Make your own Shepard's pie. Have fun."
Mom's cooking has taken a turn for the worst.

ash @ 10:02 PM