There comes a time in the 24 hour playwrighting adventure where I just can't do much more. I know that I will do more with the script eventually but for now it's a first draft, it's pretty solid, and it's submitted. I had time to print it off and proof it. I had a good time and now I am tired. I need to shower and I really want a nap... maybe Mark will take the boys outside or something.
It's back to normal here - Oliver whining about not being allowed to play his DS (Mark made some arbitrary decision - not sure why), and the kitchen is a mess.
Tomorrow I am back at the Fringe for Spring Awakening, Bromance and A Bronte Burlesque. I'd better rest up!