I'm back in Chicago after 9 weeks in LA for Medeas.
I ate amazing food, contracted a poisonous rash from a rare plant, and found a tarantula in my bag, among other things. Early indicators are indicating that the movie will become something brilliant. I loved every member of the cast, I met some amazingly talented LA movie folks, and finally got to see the friends of mine who were smart enough to move out there years ago.
For now I just want to sleep in my bed. Is there anything better in the world? One's own bed. It's the best place on earth, sometimes.