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Mar. 17th, 2005 10:00 pmMan, this week seems to just keep going on and on. Like it's lagging a day behind or something. I've spent the whole of this week thinking it was further along than it really is. Yowzers. I swear, I thought it was Friday today.
Drug my ass through work for the last couple of days. Honestly, my heart's not in it, I fear. And I very much need it to be to survive there. We shall see.
Last night I worked my way over the I-10 and ploped down in Hollyweird at The Parlour to meet up with Alex, scope out the local, scarf down a couple of martinis, watch some slightly amusing stand up, and hopefully meet up with Andrew and work out a deal for us using the bar for a shoot. Andrew didn't show, but hey--martinis.
Went to bed late last night (again), and slept lousilly. Maybe I should have just gone to bed and not try and read the screenplay for Seven Samurai. Or perhaps I should remove the roll of clean laundry that has slept next to me in a blanket like a lumpy corpse for the last month (Yes, I probably need a comma in there, somewhere. But that indicates a breath, so fuck it. No breath. Just one long run on sentence, followed by a long, run on parenthetical. America--fuck yeah.) I think that I shall repeat this tonight. Mainly because I am stupid.
VEGAS! again in a couple of weeks. Not like I have the money, but I'm not going to gamble this time...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. I think it's time to work the craps table. God bless plastic...otherwise I'd never eat.
Why are all my days long, but my nights and weekends so damn short? Perhaps I should sleep less. Maybe that would make everything all right. Yes?
Drug my ass through work for the last couple of days. Honestly, my heart's not in it, I fear. And I very much need it to be to survive there. We shall see.
Last night I worked my way over the I-10 and ploped down in Hollyweird at The Parlour to meet up with Alex, scope out the local, scarf down a couple of martinis, watch some slightly amusing stand up, and hopefully meet up with Andrew and work out a deal for us using the bar for a shoot. Andrew didn't show, but hey--martinis.
Went to bed late last night (again), and slept lousilly. Maybe I should have just gone to bed and not try and read the screenplay for Seven Samurai. Or perhaps I should remove the roll of clean laundry that has slept next to me in a blanket like a lumpy corpse for the last month (Yes, I probably need a comma in there, somewhere. But that indicates a breath, so fuck it. No breath. Just one long run on sentence, followed by a long, run on parenthetical. America--fuck yeah.) I think that I shall repeat this tonight. Mainly because I am stupid.
VEGAS! again in a couple of weeks. Not like I have the money, but I'm not going to gamble this time...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. I think it's time to work the craps table. God bless plastic...otherwise I'd never eat.
Why are all my days long, but my nights and weekends so damn short? Perhaps I should sleep less. Maybe that would make everything all right. Yes?
