this was the week that was
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Sitting out on my porch, smoking, listening to Randy Newman louder than necessary, earlier than necessary.
Strange week. My little parasite came back like murder Thursday night. Spent a good 3 hours from 2 - 5 am Friday morning cursing god, humanity and the world at large in between writhing in minor pain and vomiting. Everyone seems sick or moody or both. A friend of mine has kidney stones. Work is...yeah. People exercising power trips and bad judgement. There's an opening in editorial in the book department and I'm putting in for it, before extreme stagnation and disdain sets in.
Got three Pitch articles done this week (one of which got me a good break on a tattoo I might end up getting) and have two more to finish by Monday. One's on the Society of Magicians, the other is on some ultimate fighting competition coming to town. Vinny and I have started dancing around collaborating on something involving jinxes, door to door salesmen and time travel as suicide. Talked a lot with a friend last night about the perils of the life of the mind. He wants me to come up with a script for a short film, he's putting together a New York public access showcase thing he's doing on shorts. Cruel Biology also requires my time to see if it can withstand being expanded to OGN size and The Twelve needs re-edits and polish so I can start thrusting it out in the world. I barely have time to process it all.
Harold stopped through town on Tuesday, on his way out to LA with an enviably-small trailer hitched to the back of his car, spreading good cheer. He's fallen into a tremendously good situation and I can't help, just a bit, shaking my fist at fortune's wheel. But, all things considered, I'm tremendously better off than I was this time last year, skidding into the dregs of unemployed life, waking up and passing out in a full sweat about whether or not I was going to have to turn to hobodom in the face of no job and no immediate prospects. Contemplating renting a car around the fall and driving from KC to LA to visit some friends and, y'know, spending a few hours doing donuts through the desert.
Ok. 10 am and I've barely gotten into gear. All I can hope is that I'm well enough to process some pad thai later tonight.
Posted by xtop at June 14, 2003 09:55 AM