I guess I've finished Act One. It's 38 pages. It was meant to be 20-25. This is hardly surprising, and to be honest right now Jeff and I can't find a way to pare this down. So, yeah. Plus, that act was... ambitious toddlers. The steps of a toddler ready to take on the world, totally unaware of how big and treacherous that world is. Big, ambitious, naïve toddler steps. Yep, that's me. In a nutshell.

The problem: The solution: I have to say, this A/C unit is the best $150 I've spent in a while, and I've been on a spend-to-improve-your-life spree lately. I mean, if I get an upgrade from my...I'll change, procrastinate some more. Lather, rinse, repeat. Watching Firefly . That's something else I'll want to bitch blog about eventually. Could be controversial, that. Anyway: Good night.

    Three of the many things that made this weekend go so well: Rye whiskey, writing, and playing with photography. It was a good weekend for a lot of reasons, actually. The truth is, it was...of days, on many levels. I'm not jumping off the walls at how beautiful the world is or anything, but I've been feeling more or less decent all weekend, and ain't nobody can take that away from me.

Cassie has been working on sound design and music supervision for Every Room is Empty , and we're on our way to a real film, for real submissions. Amazon.com shipped me The State on DVD, which I... and Twitter . I built (assembled) a better kitchen. I don't know. That's maybe it. I probably forgot something. Or a lot of things. It's been a while since I really posted about me. So it goes.

Cassie is helping me rescore Every Room is Empty with more appropriate, less ridiculous music that we can actually get rights/permission to. It's actually pretty exciting. Cassie is awesome. I've been...none of you care specifically, but it's my journal and I can write in it what I want. Well that's what I want. But first, Futurama , sleep, and back to my regular six-hour work day again. Finally.