reductive
not one, not two, but THREE likely potential work things fell through virtually all at the same time, leaving me back with zero. fucking fuck a fuck.
(zero with the caveat that anything can happen, turn around, yadda yadda. typical freelance bullshit.)
got absurdly nothing to do today. except not think about the movie, my lack of work, or my life in general. way way way too much to do, none of which i can do right now for various reasons. may bike to venice again.
listening to music too loudly over headphones in a cafe. itunes party shuffle. last song: "i put a spell on you", marilyn manson; now "saturday night's all right for fighting", elton. next "suffragette city", bowie.
rob wants to go see tropic thunder tonight; i'm not feeling it. looks funny, but i'd rather, like, drink a lot and think about olympic gymnasts.
(zero with the caveat that anything can happen, turn around, yadda yadda. typical freelance bullshit.)
got absurdly nothing to do today. except not think about the movie, my lack of work, or my life in general. way way way too much to do, none of which i can do right now for various reasons. may bike to venice again.
listening to music too loudly over headphones in a cafe. itunes party shuffle. last song: "i put a spell on you", marilyn manson; now "saturday night's all right for fighting", elton. next "suffragette city", bowie.
rob wants to go see tropic thunder tonight; i'm not feeling it. looks funny, but i'd rather, like, drink a lot and think about olympic gymnasts.