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Tuesday, March 23, 2004

Taking His name, in vain

So yesterday was totally, completely devoured by work and a staged screenplay reading in goddamn Silverlake. Maybe that's a bit harsh towards Silverlake, but I'm still annoyed by the way it ate up my night, leaving me with no time to work on any of the number of things I want and need to finish in the next week. Tonight's gonna be the night for getting work done, though. Tonight is gonna be FOCUSED.

Dreamcatcher is still eating my soul. Goddamn Stephen King. Before I started it, I was almost looking forward to the break from the heavy nonfiction I'd been reading. But now all I want to do is throw this goddamn tome off a bridge and dive into And The Band Played On or something. I just want to scrub the stupid out of my brain.

Do you know how depressing it is to wake up every morning and see, on the pillow next to you, a book larger than some peoples' heads? A book about alien fungus and shit-weasels? It's become an endurance race at some point. I started this thing last Wednesday, and I'll have it done tomorrow, hook or crook.

But then I have to watch the movie.

Goddamn it.

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