I wrote 789 words yesterday.

I did no reading except for the New York Times Book Review and a bit of incidental stuff here and there. Instead, I went to see a production of Neil Simon's "God's Favorite." The production was fun -- a friend was playing the second lead in this amateur cast, and it was just cool to see him up there -- but this is definitely one of Simon's lesser plays. The first scene doesn't play well, and there character of David is not sufficiently well-developed for him to have the impact on the plot that he does. I can't say I've ever been a big fan of Neil Simon (though I did have a wonderful role in his "The Good Doctor" when I was in college -- a lifetime ago), but this play is especially shrill. Of course, it's source material is the Book of Job, which has been giving theologists fits since time immemorial, so that a comic writer couldn't make it make sense shouldn't be all that surprising.

The plan for today: do a spot of legal research on a pending issue (this shouldn't take long); break from legal work long enough to write a book review; return to a huge document review (more than 33,000 documents). Take a lunch break to go to the local comics store, after calling to ensure that they sell the storage boxes especially designed for comics -- I want to get my collection out of the big brown boxes in which they've been caged for years, and see if I can't get them into a useable form of storage. With luck, they'll also be able to get me caught up on my collection of Hellblazer. John Constantine is one of my favorite characters in comics, and I've been feeling his absence lately.