inessential by Brent Simmons


Sheila and I went to see Hamlet last night. We enjoyed it thoroughly.

One of the first weblogs I read this morning was Glenn Fleishman's -- and to my surprise, he's complaining about the seating at the theatre. Right on. My ass was not happy. I kept telling it that the play's the thing, but it kept saying, hey, ouch.

I tend to forget physical discomforts within a couple days, so I'll just remember the play, which is lucky.