It hasn't been an easy week, by any means: computer troubles at work, computer troubles at home, a raging head cold (which decided to go on tour and play a few dates in my chest), and John Roberts is Chief Justice. Things have, thankfully, improved: fewer idiots are opening the computer virus at work, my home PC is working just fine (obviously), and my son and my girlfriend were instrumental in nursing me back to health. Seriously, if you haven't put your clogged head in the lap of a beautiful woman while she reads The Phantom Tollbooth to you, well . . . you just haven't finished living yet. So I'm much more relaxed, much more at peace.
I don't have a solution to the Roberts thing yet, though.
Observations, rants, and plausible
deniability from a person who refuses
to be a prisoner of his own world.
deniability from a person who refuses
to be a prisoner of his own world.
The Village
I AM WRITING!
My Screenplay -- Draft Three
I'm currently reading:
On my Kindle 2
I'm listening to:
iTunes Radio
I'm driving:
The Honda FCX Clarity
