If you open your mouth then I cannot be responsible

[cyrano]

Okay, so I was going to talk about how Shady Shakespeare was, and how nice it was to spend the evening with charming people and how cool my housemate is and the issues I have with Midsummer and the way people relate to each other in it (much like Measure for Measure) and how the queen of the Amazons left me breathless and the idiot going to Santa Barbara and how he should have been given what he wanted and seeing Bowling for Columbine twice in one weekend and sitting and touching people again and how I'm learning again to deal with people who smoke but right now all I can really coherently say is that it's amazing how quickly and completely the sight of skin glistening fresh from the bath wrapped in a white terrycloth towel can wipe any other thoughts from my mind.