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Life in a Northern Virginia suburb of Washington, D.C. B.M.A.T.C., and Etruscan typewriter erasers. Blogged by David Gorsline.
We worked the second half of the show this evening, and a photographer took head shots to be displayed in the lobby. My brief scene about finding the dead body in the street was punctuated by Tiffany's phone ringing "The Hokey Pokey" (or so I am told; I didn't hear it). In a connecting hall, an ashcan was catching the water from a leak, and a sodden ceiling tile came splatting to the floor. Allie brought me coffee from the shop down the block, and I've been eating jelly beans since I got home, so I don't know when I'll get to sleep.
posted:
10:46:20 PM
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