I'm sitting at a callback for Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. The show dates likely conflict with another show I'm already doing, which is why I'm HNing instead of of stressing. The callback is in a Chicago Parks Dept. Building (a common audition venue for Chicago's smaller theater companies--my friends Emily and Noah are at a rehearsal for a different show in a room down the hall). I'm sitting directly opposite a huge drawing that is evidently the family tree of a four year old named Justine.
Fuzzy
-- Fuzzy Gerdes fuzzyco.com -- the impossible, probably