fluxuscity

my neck is killing me (one hell stressful week and it's only wednesday) after 4 hours writing - i've been asked to submit my screenplay to a production company in a month. so little time, so much to do.
here's my line up for the next month:
1. finish 4th draft of screenplay
2. 48 hour film competition
3. one exhibition to deinstall
4. two new exhibitions to install
5. refurbish new exhibition space
6. co-ordinate two new artists installations
7. art direct music video
8. try to sleep, eat and walk dog.

i'm tired already.

thank god i'm not going to Texas, who has the time? and then..

you start up the computer, pour the last glass in the wine bottle, and finally think you're gonna take some relaxing SG time, but the cat has other ideas, and decides to jump up on your desk, skidding across the script you have there, knocking over the full glass of very red wine, spilling it all over your computer and all over the very rare pop-up book by communist cosmonaut Vitaly Sevastyanov that you were looking at, all over your script, all over the dog who freaks, attacking said cat, and before you know it, things are destroyed, the night is gone, and the wine is dripping into your shoes for the last ha-ha.

love you all, take care of one another.

the doctor is in