Rewrote Act 2 Scene 2 on Friday night after work? Check.
Set alarm for 7 AM? Check.
Watched Un Flic with Alain Delon and Catherine Deneuve? Check.
Went to bed at 1? Check.
Got up at 7:30 Saturday? Check.
Wrote first draft of Act 2 Scene 3? Check.
Read first scene of play out loud in preparation for Sunday public reading? Check.
Completely re-structured first scene of play based on crappy out-loud reading? Check.
Re-wrote Act 2 Scene 3? Check.
Got heat prostration headache? Check.
Crashed at 4? Check.
Woke up when lightning storm hit Manhattan at 6? Check.
Watched Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom and Indy and the Holy Grail on TBS? Check.
Drafted final scene of play? Check.
Went to bed at midnight? Check.
Got up at 7:30 on Sunday? Check.
Wrote final scene of play from 8 till 10:15? Check.
Saw The Incredible Hulk Sunday at 11? Check.
Still think Liv Tyler and my friend Elizabeth Chaumette were separated at birth? Check.
Had lunch at O'Flaherty's? Check.
Somehow restrained myself from trotting out awful "Flaherty's will get you nowhere" pun? Check.
Read first scene of play at uptown diner at 4 PM? Check.
Finished final scene of play? Check.
Took deep sigh after finishing first draft of play? Check.
Immediately started rewriting? Check and double check.
Sent script copy to Ava in Australia? Check.
Re-set alarm for 5:15 PM instead of 5:15AM? Check.
Woke up at 5 AM and said to self "Okay--the alarm will go off in like 15 minutes?" Check.
Woke up at 6:15 AM? Check.
Got fear-induced surge of adrenaline, threw on clothes, and got out of apartment in 90 seconds? Check.
Got into work about 20 minutes later than normal? Check.
Finally zipped fly at 11:10 AM? Check.