And we do! After Warren typed up the beats on Wednesday afternoon I spent most of the day Thursday writing the script at home, then spent the rest of the day (starting at 8:00 PM and going on till midnight) watching a band called the Duhks (http://www.duhks.com/) play at a SF club called the Independent. Very much fun, but since I get up at 5:00 AM on workdays I didn't get much sleep (I'm no math whiz, but I think it's somewhat less than the proscribed eight hours needed to avoid brain cell loss).

I finished the script in the morning and Warren, Kenn and I gave it a notes pass. While Warren inserts our post-Kenn notes to the final draft, I have the brain-teaser task of coming up with a title and moral for the show. Between the brain cells I killed at the club and the brain cells I killed from sleep loss, I should have just enough left to achieve this goal before I become a drooling vegetable. I'm not going to tell you what the script's about, but the title of this blog should give you a clue.

Warren thought it would be funny to put a couple of his Tootsie Roll wrapper balls on me while I crashed.