Monday & Tuesday
Monday, after Trish left for work in the bat-mobile, I worked on Mindstorm, whose name may be changed to The Haldol Blues. I haven't decided yet. It felt good to return to the one thing that I really want to be remembered for. I think I'll just chalk reading with a magnifying glass up to a failed experiment. It gives me so much anxiety that it isn't worth the pleasure -- which leaves me with stuff like skiffy media models, which aren't good.
My joy at creating something beautiful quickly vanished when Trish came home. She did an absolutely terrible job parking, tried again after her rear wheel wound up on the curb, then rocketed out of there, & this time wound up with both wheels on the curb. I think she had a panic attack when she realized she remained a few feet from the curb. She finally had her veggies from the salad bar, & we had sketti for supper. Monday night is Dark Angel, so we watched the first episode, then taped the rest.
Tuesday was shot day. It was also my chance to mail "Astronomy Domine". Since Pam Upstairs was in staff meeting until 10:00, I set out from the house a little early. The story only cost $2.22 to mail. When I arrived at the Center, I went to the bathroom, & suddenly Sam had to go upstairs, too, as did Mary, Wayne, & Robert. I finally got in to have my shot, but remained in a kind of blue funk, at least until I took a Scientology-fucking Xanax. Unlike Monday, when I'd felt creatively inspired, I did nothing but watch Heavy Metal & Madonna 93-99 while I waited for Trish, & the last mostly just listening to the soundtrack while I waited. This time her parking was a little bit better. We ate leftover sketti, watched 2 episodes of Dark Angel, & then ate our pineapple. Thanks to the "addictive experimental antidepressant" I fell asleep in my chair while watching the 3rd episode, only to be awakened when Fred called. He wants to pick the rest of the apples today.
My rejection slip from Platinum Studios arrived today. Sid had passed the story on to the execs, who thought it to be too complex & involved elements of alchemy that the average movie-goer wouldn't likely know about (although that was sort of the point).
Trish had terrible anxiety again, yesterday. At least this is her last day of work for the week. Tomorrow she plans to watch Gone With the Wind with Donna, while Car-girl & I do TA. She's looking forward to Friday, when Car-girl can help her with her driving. I'm not sure what's bothering her, but I hope Charlene Upstairs can help on Friday.
My joy at creating something beautiful quickly vanished when Trish came home. She did an absolutely terrible job parking, tried again after her rear wheel wound up on the curb, then rocketed out of there, & this time wound up with both wheels on the curb. I think she had a panic attack when she realized she remained a few feet from the curb. She finally had her veggies from the salad bar, & we had sketti for supper. Monday night is Dark Angel, so we watched the first episode, then taped the rest.
Tuesday was shot day. It was also my chance to mail "Astronomy Domine". Since Pam Upstairs was in staff meeting until 10:00, I set out from the house a little early. The story only cost $2.22 to mail. When I arrived at the Center, I went to the bathroom, & suddenly Sam had to go upstairs, too, as did Mary, Wayne, & Robert. I finally got in to have my shot, but remained in a kind of blue funk, at least until I took a Scientology-fucking Xanax. Unlike Monday, when I'd felt creatively inspired, I did nothing but watch Heavy Metal & Madonna 93-99 while I waited for Trish, & the last mostly just listening to the soundtrack while I waited. This time her parking was a little bit better. We ate leftover sketti, watched 2 episodes of Dark Angel, & then ate our pineapple. Thanks to the "addictive experimental antidepressant" I fell asleep in my chair while watching the 3rd episode, only to be awakened when Fred called. He wants to pick the rest of the apples today.
My rejection slip from Platinum Studios arrived today. Sid had passed the story on to the execs, who thought it to be too complex & involved elements of alchemy that the average movie-goer wouldn't likely know about (although that was sort of the point).
Trish had terrible anxiety again, yesterday. At least this is her last day of work for the week. Tomorrow she plans to watch Gone With the Wind with Donna, while Car-girl & I do TA. She's looking forward to Friday, when Car-girl can help her with her driving. I'm not sure what's bothering her, but I hope Charlene Upstairs can help on Friday.
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