After dinner we all do studio presentations, where we show each other what we’re working on/ what we’ve done with our lives up until now. I presented a section of WINK, because the best way to convince a group of strangers to be my friend is to have them read a play about a skinned cat on a mission of vengeance, owned by a sexually compulsive housewife who becomes a terrorist. I mean. Right? (Note to self: perhaps rethink strategy.)