My eyes flicked open. 7:27 per the clock on the night stand. Outside, the noise of cars. A little light shone through the curtains, as if the sun were just thinking about rising. I apparently hadn't moved since I fell asleep while shadowdaddy called his family on the phone to wish them a happy Thanksgiving. Now THAT'S what I call a good night's sleep.
Last night's play Frost Nixon was insanely good. I never thought a play about a president would be really interesting, but Nixon had the dramatic power of Oedipus or Lear, with a fantastic actor (Michael Sheen) portraying him. The show itself - well, I was reminded of The Crucible, with modern events seeming only too tellingly inferred in the dialogue taking place on stage. Yes, this was the best play I've seen all year. I only regret not managing to catch it at the Donmar!