blogger wants to print the date twice on some of my posts- who am i to say no? too much work to fix the format, at least for now. the walls of the studio apartment grow closer: no internet access, no furniture, no simpsons (the black and white TV somehow misplaced of Fox last week). we want to go out and play and shake off the cabin fever, but poverty inhibits. we settle for $1.50 coffees in exchange for the privilege of sitting in the roomy living room of the starbucks on the corner, reading books, and schedule our evenings around various free/cheap industry night performances at local theatres.