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Welp, its been almost a year since my last confession. I am in a similar place as I was the last time I visited these pages and spoke, essentially, to myself: I am about 6 weeks away from going into rehearsals for a show. Well, for a workshop of a show. This one is a kind of weaving together of The Book of Margery Kempe and aspects of my own life. It's tentatively called Margery and Me. Christ Almighty, evidently once you go into italics there's just no way out. Now the rest of this post will appear to be an overly long book title, or in a foreign language, or be supposed to represent my inner voice, or be understood as stage directions. Ah, who gives a hoot. Oh, here we go. For any of you other newbies: the handy little keyboard shortcuts at the bottom of this text box? LIES! LIES, I tell you. Just use the tabs at the top, or your own common sense: the shortcuts (at least for bold, italic, etc.) are EXACTLY the SAME as they are in (ohh--wait for it . . .) Word or Pages or whatever the hey the kids are using to write papers in these days. Man, that was some virtuosic font tilting in that last sentence, no?