f***
My laundry basket is overflowing on the other side of the room - I should be downstairs washing it...
The floor is a mess from my half-finished attempt at cleaning up and throwing out - I should be finishing that...
I've got pre-production to do for my film this weekend - I should be calling actors right now...
Instead, I've got "Origin of Love" blasting through the speakers and I'm eating Dots. Fucking Dots. I want to go to a movie tonight. Possible, but not smart with all I've got to do.
I watched Boy Culture today - a movie that a kid from one of my acting classes was in. It wasn't half bad, despite the budget and I've finally decided that the writing was very well done. It was one of those where you sit there and go, "I really can't tell whether this is good (I like it) or horrible (I hate it) for the first half of the film." So the verdict: it was good.
"...you was lookin' at me, I was lookin' at you...
I can't wait for the holidays. I was standing in the elevator today and thinking about snow and skiing. My skis are waiting for me on the rack in the garage and I can already feel them strapped on me feets... And home will be nice for a while. My pup. The fam. Some snow and cold. A good departure into the winter wonderland of Colorado.
"...you had a way so familiar, I could not recognize because you had blood on your face, I had blood in my eyes..."
Ever been so emotionally overloaded that the system shuts down and goes into the default mode of indifference?
"...the pain in your soul was the same as the one down in mine..."
I don't think you want to see the obscene hand gesture I'm giving the world right now, but I'm sure you can imagine quite well enough...
Adieu.