...In which Anthony squeeks in...

I'm worn out. Sick of lying down. Sick of scratchy type throatness. But feeling much better. Sleep is good.

Wrote some yesterday. Cranked out ten pages on a screenplay, and then turned around and flicked out another 7 on another. Sure, it's crap, but it's momentuum, some.

There's this weird smell that's following me. I think it's me. Fruity, but with a full bouquet. Coarse, yet familiar. Mmmm...sick smell. Yummm.

Sick of this weird taste in my mouth. Gargled, brushed, still there. More applejuice. Chugged Pinapple juice.

Watching the X-Games Super MotoCross, which is happening, supposedly live, and just about 10 minutes from here over at the Home Depot Center in Carson. Could actually hear some of the roar of the motorcycles last year. This year, not so much.

Bored. Missed out on everything this weekend--a writing group meeting, Poker at Bri-Bri's, Two nights out being stupid (Drew called me twice, on friday and on saturday), and generally doing stuff.

I'm actually looking forward to going to work,if nothing else but to get out of the house.

I wonder what the inside of my car smells like. Hmm...