Saturday, September 06, 2003 So, Wil Wheaton wrote a scene from a movie, and it's really quite something. 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. Should be nice. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.