So I haven't met with Graham since turning in my first draft.... I've tried, multiple times, but it gets to a point where you just stop caring. I'm starting to look at the play again, and frankly I could care less now. I have so much more important things going on in my life. So many projects on the horizon: a poetry art night evolving into something truly spectacular, a free school where anyone and everyone can contribute and teach something to others willing to learn, and countless musical projects. Frankly, I just want to end this whole college experience. I'm not even attending graduation...that's how much I care, really. Everyone I met here is lovely and all, but this environment is just not for me. It's too restricting. So maybe Graham will decide to contact me again. Maybe not. He doesn't really care. I don't really care. I'll try to edit this play the best I can on my own...but really, it's practically worse than jerking off right now. I'm sorry you have to read this Matt. I knew what I was getting into with Graham...I just didn't think it would be with me as well. But I'm not at all disappointed.