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Ah, to finish up the day with King Cobra, Slim Jims, and the Marquis de Sade (Justine)... that is the life.

In the midst of this realization the other night, I thought to post my feelings on Facebook and Twitter. But that in and of itself was a sort of WTF moment; why bother? (Especially on Twitter, where I have like eight followers, half of whom are personal friends (and on Facebook), the other half I've never met.)

I have nothing remotely profound or provocative to say here today. I'm taking a drawing class, am really enjoying it, and have been trying to draw every day - portraits, tsunamis, little Buddhas, cow skulls.... I'm also taking a class on dreamachines - a non-transmutable source of hallucinogenic stimulation - and have much reading to do. (Both of these courses, by the way, are through Corvid College, which I am absolutely loving.) So the time I have to devote to writing ends up falling into three categories: that which I get paid for (necessary), that which I could conceivably get paid for (like contests or essays I hope to get published), and that spent on film "scripts".* The blog suffers... at least quantitatively. Then again, if I had something really profound to say, I would probably get it up here anyway.

And that is that.


* It's weird to actually look at the word "scripts" in conjunction with what I'm working on now, hence the quotes. I don't know what to call them, but they aren't really scripts. They will eventually become films, hopefully.