Thursday, December 30, 2004

Jerry Reed and Warm Gloves

I've got the mother of all rants coming up soon. It's been a long fucking year and I've got a lot to say about it.

But right now, I'm feeling a bit like Jerry Reed. I've got a long way to go, and a short time to get there.

I'm basking in the blue glow of my monitor, working on the last pages of the first draft of a new screenplay.

I haven't had time to cut the heating vents properly yet, and it's colder than a witch's tit down here. When I'm taking a break and just thinking, I put gloves on because my hands are freezing from a combination of lack of warm air current and typing as fast as I fucking can.

But oh... I've got a flame inside like you wouldn't believe.


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