Woof

Yesterday, no, the day before - maybe last week - I was listening to this woof woof techno song by Dan Deacon and bopping my head to the woof, woof, woofs and I almost got hit by a car speeding out of a parking garage. He swerved in my lane and I swerved in the other lane. There was a whole lot of swerving. Then he just didn't care, the other car, black, dirty windows. Just kept driving.

Son of a bitch.

Still at work. Feel like I have a million things to do at this day job and a million things to do with my own life. Lots of loose ends. Very peculiar. Life, you know?

So, I think I'm having a hot flash and I'm not even thirty. WTF?

Or maybe there's just no AC on today and I'm used to being blistering hot. I've been having these really vivid dreams, I think that comes from getting a full eight hours of sleep. Got to love the holidays for that. Now that it's getting back to the same routine though I'll probably be getting the usual five or six, which means that strange emptiness when I close my eyes, that weird, cloudy space that I always float through.

Next week I'm getting my wisdom teeth out, and I don't know how I feel about it. I hear that sleep, the deep sleep when they're drilling your bones, that's a good kind of sleep. Restorative. Makes you feel wonky.

For the Culver Hotel writer's group we're reading SNUFF. Haven't read it yet. Heard good things, not so good things, not much of anything. So I'm excited to read and discuss.

The dark comes earlier nowadays. Five. Six. I want mac n' cheese. Maybe after my wisdom teeth are out, I can just consist on mac n' cheese and vanilla milkshakes for a few days. Gosh, wouldn't that be something? Golly gee. Sad I need the pain of four teeth being yanked out to feel justified that eating mac n' cheese and milkshakes all day is okay.

Who am I kidding though? That would get old after awhile. Or would it?

Sluuuurp.

I want to go to Catalina for Christmas. Or January.

We'll see what happens.

I'm thinking of having people over on January 22nd. That's my birthday and I was hoping to see some familiar faces. (Well, January 21st is, but you know, what's a day or two?) Everyone in my family are January babies, except for Gina, she's a turkey baby (born near Thanksgiving, hyuk hyuk hyuk).

I really want to see THE ARTIST, MELANCHOLIA, and THE DESCENDANTS. No one wants to see them with me though. Well, the two people I asked anyway. I may go alone. Or just ask more friends, see who's game. I'm tired of going to the movies with peeps who just complain about how bad the movie was the whole time. It sort of taints the experience, you understand?

I hope the cats are well. The cats in the cat hospital across the street.

I hope everyone gets what they want for Christmas.

Just got notes back on a script and I guess I have a shit load more work to do on it. Don't like that, don't like that at all. How that happens.

But it's part of the process. How it works. Revision.

I like making stories better. Eventually.

Got a new - well, found an Italian TJ wine. $4.99. Wasn't half-bad for $4.99. Italian countryside on the bottle. Of course.

Everyone's still at the office. No one ever leaves. I think my co-worker sleeps here sometimes.

Dum, dum, dum.

Nah, just kidding.