It's a little late in the night for this.

But nonetheless, a few observations...

This week, I have somehow tricked myself into thinking that I am a productive and useful human being. A lot of stuff is getting done, I've been running every day, and oh, writing proper prose, I have missed you. Though you are a hard hard business. I spent two hours tonight writing sixteen hundred words, and it was a slog, I tell you. Though I think I nearly have something worth reading at tomorrow night's spoken word thing. Just need to make a few calls tomorrow, find out the fate of the ho rat who stole my g-ride. It's research!

I picketed Monday and I'm picketing again tomorrow. Go Team WGA. For the record -- wow, holding a sign and walking about for four hours really is quite a workout. But a good time, in its way.

You know what is kind of the perfect song? "Fly Me to the Moon." Because it is a love song about SPACE. Space travel as a metaphor for romance. Screenplays have been based on less.

I should really do a new draft on my screenplay about space. Because you know what space is? Space is almost as awesome as sleep.

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posted by Liz  # 3:23 AM

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