Mar 25, 2008 14:43
For the first time in years I wake up with an undying urge to WRITE like a maniac. I've got all the symptoms of writing fever, including that all your witty remarks go to something other than your livejournal so you come up with crap terms like "writing fever."
Also included:
A sudden sensitivity to symbolism in art.
Thematic motifs overpopulating your head where previously you were only filled with images of boobs.
Bursts of engergy.
Not getting laid.
I suppose directing this play is leading to this. Rehearsals are going well, largely. We're in for hillarity and so are you if you attend.
I have nothing of any real importance to say at the moment. I leave you now with a comment made by Bob the other day:
"You know Bob, the [endlessly silly] way I behave at UPS is kind of backfiring. Like, at first the people I work with seemed at least mildly amused with me, but after four years they're all just annoyed and hate me."
"Good. You're the Iraq war. It's like Ben colon The Iraq War colon The Movie."