I have not written any scenes from movies lately. A problem to be rectified tomorrow, I think.
Today was my last day of freedom -- I go back to work next Monday. Which is sad, inevitable, and almost a relief. Because making money? It's a good thing.
So I have done a big fat lot of nothing today -- well, except get my script reading for the week done, sleep in, read a book, read more of another book, and nearly watch all of the Larry Sanders Show DVD I picked up last night. Oh, and send in my spec article for Salon -- something I've been working on for the last month, but could never quite end until just this week.
So, maybe not so little.
It's been a lot of alone time these past two weeks -- a lot of quiet, a lot of thinking. I stood in a corner by myself at the DeanUp on Wednesday; I bought office clothes at Crossroads Trading Company in various shades of grey. I went to the library, went to cafes, saw SWAT, American Splendor, and Thirteen.
It's been good times. It's been tiring. It's been a nice vacation.
And I've got a busy weekend ahead of me -- busier than my week, tell the truth.