chris gets (keeps) me going
Okay so the closest I came to productive was twenty minutes of 3:10 to Yuma, popping a heading onto my proposal to give Enie tomorrow, and helping Andy revise a script. The rest of the last five hours or so was spent chatting online with Chris (I can call him chrisnaked but he never ever uses that account, so it seems weird). We ran the spectrum: Coens vs. PTA, actors and actresses (and foods) we like, ex-lovers, melodrama, naked people, creepy photographers, losers who comment on semi-erotic flickr photos, and of course more cathartic venting over an old topic that (frankly) he loves to get me going on about---we all know what who I mean, I'm sure. And somehow he worked in an attempt to get me to watch "2 Girls 1 Cup," which I graciously denied.
So I didn't write, I didn't watch Twin Peaks, I didn't (really) rewrite my proposal, and I didn't really make up for a "wasted" weekend. So it goes.
There's always tomorrow.
So I didn't write, I didn't watch Twin Peaks, I didn't (really) rewrite my proposal, and I didn't really make up for a "wasted" weekend. So it goes.
There's always tomorrow.