Just two more days until I learn Lindsay Lohan's Birkin's fate vis a vis the Humana Festival of New American Plays, the Heideman Award, and much more. The past three nights have held dreams about being chosen for Humana — really freakin' excellent dreams, I must say — but I've just found out that there are 74 other finalists, so I'm optimistic but not holding my breath. Just being a finalist from 1200+ scripts means I'm in at least the top 6.25 percent of 10-minute playwrights, right? Right? And just two more nights of dreams until I learn whether I'll get to go to Louisville this spring.

Really, Monday can't come quick enough.