Right now, Phantasmaphile is in London for work, which leaves me home alone with the cats. I do what any self-respecting idiot would do when she's not around to notice what I'm doing: I sit and stare forward for minutes on end, watch television for a bit too long, open and close the fridge, and argue with the cats about who really deserves to eat my dinner.
On the night she left, I watched pro wrestling for two hours, then a bit of News, and then Animal Planet for a bit. Pathetic. I also had some beer. Which was truly pathetic, as I was alone.
The upside to all this weakness: On Friday I am off to El Camino Real to talk about Jesus and stuff some more for my job (what happened?), and then I'm off to meet her in Paris for four days.
So...crew...what should I do in Paris? I've never been.
- Matthew Freeman is a Brooklyn based playwright with a BFA from Emerson College. His plays include THE DEATH OF KING ARTHUR, REASONS FOR MOVING, THE GREAT ESCAPE, THE AMERICANS, THE WHITE SWALLOW, AN INTERVIEW WITH THE AUTHOR, THE MOST WONDERFUL LOVE, WHEN IS A CLOCK, GLEE CLUB, THAT OLD SOFT SHOE and BRANDYWINE DISTILLERY FIRE. He served as Assistant Producer and Senior Writer for the live webcast from Times Square on New Year's Eve 2010-2012. As a freelance writer, he has contributed to Gamespy, Premiere, Complex Magazine, Maxim Online, and MTV Magazine. His plays have been published by Playscripts, Inc., New York Theatre Experience, and Samuel French.