...have nothing in common. But such was Dish's Ides of April!
After reading forty verses of Virgil (NY Post Super Sudoku), I took hubby to see Billy Crudup in Harry Clarke, a play by David Cale. I know a few things: Paris is amazing, never take Calculus II, beets are inedible, and always see Billy Crudup on stage. TG and I watch so much crap, we had to indulge in something brain enriching. In a nutshell, BC does 19 characters in 90 minutes, which resembles Dish's unraveling during work deadlines. This show is a must see for anyone who loves to see crazy talent and hear a layered story. We emerged from the theater feelings like underachievers...so Gen X!
And now...back to the ugliness and scandal of the real world.
(We watched the Comey interview. It's funny, I practiced the exact same exchange with George Stephanopolous in the mirror last week).