March 30th, 2006



Who wants to move to Italy and live in a hilltop medieval village full of artists and mystics?

I wonder if they need a massage therapist there. I wonder if I can remember my smattering of Italian. Most of what I knew are creepy things I learned when we were playing Giovanni in the Philly game.

Sigh. I wonder how I have managed to pretend to be some facsimile of a normal person content to live a normal life for 8 years?