It's going to be a strange day. A straaaaange motherfucking day. And I believe I may see a bottle of whiskey waiting at the end of it. Which is to say that it is, now and for reals, going to be the last day of the Guthrie internship. And I've a feeling that this will leave the, ah, senses a bit confused. Maybe even a bit of the maudlin, who knows? As noted, likely to be strange, at any rate. I don't even know. I've already stayed past the technical end of the internship by, oh, a month and a week... read more
