After work, wechsler and I went to see The Voysey Inheritance at the National. It was enjoyable enough, but the structure (it was written around 1905) really reminded me of Shaw, only not as good as Shaw. We got lots of laughs nonetheless. I'd write more about it, but, well, it's late and I'm tired.
Medco sucks, they've screwed my order up again and are charging me the price of two packs of pills for the delivery of one. This means all of my efforts to get my prescription filled properly have been for naught. They can screw off and die.
Tomorrow, off to Cambridge for the day, back in the evening for a birthday party, then a slack Sunday.
I miss shadowdaddy.