Tinkering tinkering with the script and though I've added one whole line back in (shock!), the script now runs to my immense (anal) satisfaction, to a nice even numbered 66 pages.

(Although with only one digit off The Devil's Number, perhaps this is a bad omen.)

This at least distracts me from the most ridiculously malingering casting process ever. (To all of those involved, eternal apologies. I will tell you soon soon soon...)

Now I'm about to trot off and meet a prospective costume girl. You'd think that almost four weeks since the first audition, I might be in a position to tell her whom has been cast.

Oh well.