At first, I was a bit iffy about my poetry group with Niall Campbell, not just because the people in the “class” seem to have more experience with poetry than I do, but because my own poetry seems very out of place. Don’t get me wrong, the beauty of the works we look are unquestionable and I typically like to write in imitation of such delicacy as much as I can, but it seems to me that these wizened elders at the table with me are able to pull high degree artistry right out their bums. I spotted Niall Campbell at the Hole in the Wall last eve and was very tempted to strike up a drunken conversation, but I promptly decided against it.

As for the presentation, THANK GOD IT’S BEEN DONE!!! I’ve never been one for performing in front of any audience, large or small, so getting through such a feat takes quite a load off my slumped shoulders. I was a little perturbed afterwards, though; I think certain people in the crowd overlooked the detail that I was acting when I went up as James from Jeff’s play. The first man to approach me as we walked out to the reception said some incomprehensible words, but I think I heard, “I’ll let it slide, but watch yourself, boy.” Phew.