Tossed off the screenplay fragment and now I'm going to write some prose, just something random. Don't know. Listening to trance is weird, rhythmic, and entirely mechanical. I spend most of my time feeling entirely mechanical. Does that seem drastic? I ate a bowl of tortellini and I'm going to the script meeting shortly, say in an hour or so, but I have to wait for laundry to finish in the dryer so that I have pants. Pants. I can't believe I need to wear pants. Everything is limitless and electric.
Comments (3)
Flattery, child, pure flattery! I'll take it! Kisses!
Posted by Mineauge | January 16, 2005 9:44 PM
Posted on January 16, 2005 21:44
You are seethingly voluptuous!
Posted by ben | January 16, 2005 10:13 PM
Posted on January 16, 2005 22:13
we are, after all, just robots
Posted by tara | January 17, 2005 1:57 PM
Posted on January 17, 2005 13:57