And gray as cement out there, the temperature is dropping like a rock and I just woke up from a two-hour nap after sleeping approximately ten hours last night. Sleeping sickness? Whatever. I'm drinking espresso out of a pint mason jar, trying to wake up because I'm going to Monticello to read for another play. I have no idea if I want a part in it or not. I haven't even looked at it. But what the hell? A girl's gotta have a reason to get out of bed and going to the Opera House is as good a one as any. Bundle up, babies. It's cold outside.