peeshypunk

Well, I left work early today. Said I wasn't feeling well. Which isn't exactly untrue. I mean, I didn't say I was "physically sick". I was just sick of hearing about "add-ons" and "numbers" and every fucking clipboard in the store having a corporate-assigned name in a cut acronym that we need to know by heart.
On the plus-side o' that, it did get me motivated to write when I got home. Granted, I didn't. I just sat around, chain-smoked, and then, eventually, with much prodding by my creative side, sat down in front of the TV and played Playstation2. But then I started writing. And writing. And writing. I've spent the past few years wanting to make a movie and all I do is think about my great screenplay and think about filming it and read books like "Rebel Without a Crew", or "My First Movie" or "Story" and think like "Wow, when all this just falls in my lap, it gonna be da shiznit!" (Wow, I'm so white, even thinking about saying that sentence outloud is cracking me up)
Anyhoo, yeah, I think I'm actually gonna do this. I'm gonna work on writing and work on saving dough and see if I can't actually do this. And if not, then...um, fuck. I'd be out a lot of time, paper, and money if I start buying stuff to make the movie. Hmmm...OK. Yeah. OK, Playstation it is.
On a cheerier note...Hmmmm. What to think of for a cheerier note? Hmm. Well, I could write about the effects of Ritalin and how it--HEY! I wanna ride my bike!!