lordy, i'm feeling a bit depressed. i just sent out ten "no thank-you" e-mails and that's a hell of a bummer. well, i suppose its not all that great news for the ten playwrights who'll be getting those e-mails, but i don't really like sending them out, either. and its not as if any of them are bad per se, but its just that there are others that are really, really good. and ultimately, i can only produce about ten of them in the long run ...

still, not so happy.

and i'm kind of stewing over how much i really don't like the final episode of "Twin Peaks" and now (about 10 or so years after the fact) i find out why Kyle MacLachlan hasn't been in a David Lynch film for just about that amount of time, but that really has nothing to do with the price of eggs, does it?