Where the Wild Things Aren't

I've done a lot of thinking about life and friendship, love and death, and the basics of every person (as varying as they may be) today. That's a lot for my little brain. So, obvs, I have a headache from the sixth layer of Hell. But, after talking with Lisa at great lengths about doing what it is in life that we love, maybe it's time I get back to my basics, yeah? glad you agree. >_>

It took Lisa to get me back into songwriting. I'm so grateful to have that muse. Maybe now that I have a little swing back in my step, I can get back into writing stories. I have... three or four unfinished screenplays that have been staring me down and demanding attention for about a year and a half now. Totally unfair to the characters I've created to put them in difficult positions and never give them their way out. Sorry, guys. Be back soon.


Also, Dexter premiered tonight. Season 5, motherfuckers. Pretty weak opener to the best show on TV, but still a cut above the rest. The last season will be hard to top in terms of storytelling and performances (though season 2 has a good corner on that market, as well), but I have faith that the writers and performers will not let their darkly dreaming devotees down*.

Also also, I can't seem to stop listening to the same four Dire Straits songs on loop. I need some new music, I think. Or, I can just stop hitting "back" on my iTunes player.


I should probably start rough-drafting these posts before I commit them to the www landscape for persecution, but I can't really be bothered to do that right now, as it's 3:30 in the morning. I spent some time with Lisa before she went to class, and now I'm awake and wanting to accomplish a bunch of things. Today, if I sleep, will be a productive day. Thank God for the get-up and go. Now let's just keep the supply equal to the demand.




*-alliteration, ftw. Au revoir!