wilderworks

The producer holding the option on my feature screenplay, code name Zaniness Ensues , is hoping to get a distribution commitment, but I haven't heard any word since the 6th. I want Barb to artistically colorize my bedroom mirrors. A lot. I need to buy Alli her birthday present. Our composers promised to have music finished for the Zaniness Ensues short by the end of the year, which will finally tie up that project, and get it into festivals. I need to get Christmas presents. Thanks to my day-job, there are now four super-fancy holiday parties at super-fancy bars and clubs, which I'm supposed to attend in the next three weeks, and that makes me sick to my stomach. I'd like to get ridiculously dressed up and sit on a couch drinking champagne for New Year's. In January, Shaun says he'll be shooting the Shift Work short film in NY/NJ, which may (or may not) be for entry in yet another silly competition. In February, we're shooting the pilot for Hel...

Today I'm very excited about getting some potato chips. Here's my plan. One big bag of kettle cooked, hopefully BBQ or jalepeno. Another big bag, Ruffles, ridges, Cheddar Cheese and Sour Cream. I want to eat these with a frosty can of Coke. Sit on my bed and watch West Wing DVDs. I have successfully gotten up before 7:00 AM for three days now. The mornings have been pretty productive, but right now, I'm in agony. I'm staying awake by will power alone. I move by the power of prayer. It seems, just as in high school, my body simply doesn't give a damn how many hours of sleep I got, if I make it move before 9AM, it's not cooperating. It will have its revenge. There's some promise on the dating front, or at least, there's someone who perhaps accidentally got my hopes up. This is promising -- promising to be very disappointing in a slow, sinking disappointment way. Meanwhile, the producer didn't like my proposal for Hell Froze Over , but...