Idiot. I missed a competition deadline. Stupid careless lapses in attention like this are the reason I’m still pushing paper in a job I hate. Still kicking myself, I went to Camden to meet The Little One for our first Night of the Living Singletons in almost three years. I tried to show her single life really isn’t a bad thing. There’s so much to be done without a human to tie you to routine. I must bully her to write with me - insane plays that she’d want to perform and I’d want to script. We could be giants.