I've apparently been working on this script study too long. I just leaned over to rest my head for a moment and think about the relationships of the characters in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof for a moment, but all I could think was "boy, my arm smells like corn chips."

That should probably tell me something. Unfortunetly, I'm going to have to ignore it and continue writing about my antagonists for awhile longer. Confound my procastination instincts!