i finished my soy butter-n-jam sandwich. i’m sick of sandwiches all the time.
the characters in my play are sitting around in their tent at night, as it rains outside. They’re three old friends, getting drunk on the wine that one served at her wedding, 15 years ago.
i wish i was sitting in a tent drinking wine right now.
except not getting drunk. just having a couple of glasses.
except it’s probably too chilly right now for the camping.