Night Baseball Day
2006-05-24 @ 10:42 p.m.

"If on a winter's night a traveler, outside the town of Malbork, leaning from the steep slope without fear of wind or vertigo, looks down in the gathering shadow in a network of lines that enlace, in a network of lines that intersect, on the carpet of leaves illuminated by the moon around an empty grave - What story down there awaits its end? - he asks, anxious to hear the story." Have I mentioned that I think Calvino is brilliant? I'll do it again anyway. Calvino is brilliant! I should be getting more sleep before tomorrow's guard duty, but I'm turning some stuff over in my mind and it's keeping me up. Review of The Glass Menagerie in Life! wasn't too positive, but I'll make my own mind up on Saturday night. My throat's feeling ticklish. I can feel an infection coming on already. Bummer...