I’m doing a short writer’s room / think tank for my friend’s new show right now, and it hurts to both sit and stand, so here I am, in all of my co-exec producer glory, moments before I like just fully reclined on this chaise and pitched bits of dialogue while the lovely writer’s assistant basically fed me carrots and spinach dip. Morrison says this is how both the Romans and Truman Capote worked and thought, while reclined, so this is my new normal. Here’s to only working with your friends, and in their beautiful houses, where you can be your full, and fully broken, self.