Loyal, unwaivering, attractive fans: I’m back in NYC for a few days which is basically the best thing in the world. Better yet, I’m workshopping a new play so I feel even MORE justified in my travels. But I’m sad to report that I somehow forgot how to properly ride the train, ie, how to be totally numb to / not pissed off by being elbowed, shoved, or having large bags of other bags placed directly onto your feet. Somewhere along the 101 North I’ve grown accustomed to going to work in my little wheeled bubble, to the point where yesterday on the train I literally almost told someone they were ‘rude.’ In fear of losing my New Yorkiness, I instead elbowed them in the face and did not apologize.