...yet I feel so hollow inside. Yet, that was 2007, and if I recall correctly, amid the dreary hangover that fell upon me the day of January 1, 2008, I (along with so many of you) declared 2008 a year where we make a difference.
With November having not come yet, the Greater of differences hath yet be decreed. But on a personal note, I can say that most of this year has been entirely worthless. I'm not complaining, because I take this as a sign that things are going to get better as August settles in and my favorite month (10) approaches. I will spend time in San Diego, finish reading a book or 2, finish Season 1 of Californication, start Season 2 of Dexter, and finish THE WIRE. On less tenuous fronts, hopefully the company will get some Green Lights, my writer friends will present me with glorious drafts of their scripts, we'll find another Thanksgiving Day film as perfect to watch as AMERICAN BEAUTY was last year (this year's options have not yet been narrowed down to
1) Honey, We Shrunk Ourselves
2) Back to the Future 2
3) Tootsie
4) Patch Adams
5) Irreversible
)Writer's block sucks. I've been reduced to an internet Blossom.
Now I'll just quote some song to really bring down the polished professionalism...
"I hear rosetta singing in the night
Echoes of lighting shine like stars after they're gone
And tonight she's my guide as a girl on the moon
With the music up above"
We got 147 days left to make this year a little funnier, and a whole lot sexier. JBAY!
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