Treatment

I wrote my treatment during my lunch break yesterday. I was in a fervor, it must be the heat. Usually I write on the train but I kept falling asleep, then waking up to the middle-aged actor in front of me cracking jokes about napping to his young lady friend with the phlegmy black lung voice. I suspect they were making fun of me because I was drooling on myself, but I could just be paranoid and extremely self-involved.