Holy crap, I have a computer again, and so I can post comments, blogs, and any other random internetized shit I can think of, like my new idea for something or other, which is story about the anti-christ not being an organic lifeform. Seriously, anyone ever read anything like that?
I need a new chair though. I kicked my other one in half a couple months back (I was sleeping, dreaming I was fighting with something, and woke up and kicked it and it broke. Last night I dreamt I was a bus). I think my therapist should be paying me for this crap.
I had some weird dreams while I was in LA, which was my first time in LA, and was not disagreeable, infact far from it. I got to the Getty Museum, which was spectac, drove all the way down Mulholland at 1AM, meditated and took some pics at a hippy dippy mountain retreat, then located a hot springs in Ojai and went skinny-dipping with la feminina and an Italian bird (the human kind), saw Kevin McDonald from Kids in the Hall at the Arclight when I went to see W. (pretty good overall, shaky editing though, lots of movement in the frames, which I am not sure helped the tone, but phenomenal acting, especially from James Cromwell), hit Venice beach then went to a sunset wedding in Malibu. All in all far more opulent, lush, and sexy than my normal day-to-day life.
Now that I have my computer back after like 7 months of it being broker than a stone-magnet mule, I have already done more work in a single night than I had in the entire last two months. Mesmerizing.
Let's try to stay focused, remain fixated on la vie fantastique, with one hand on the pen and the other on the brew.
I need a new chair though. I kicked my other one in half a couple months back (I was sleeping, dreaming I was fighting with something, and woke up and kicked it and it broke. Last night I dreamt I was a bus). I think my therapist should be paying me for this crap.
I had some weird dreams while I was in LA, which was my first time in LA, and was not disagreeable, infact far from it. I got to the Getty Museum, which was spectac, drove all the way down Mulholland at 1AM, meditated and took some pics at a hippy dippy mountain retreat, then located a hot springs in Ojai and went skinny-dipping with la feminina and an Italian bird (the human kind), saw Kevin McDonald from Kids in the Hall at the Arclight when I went to see W. (pretty good overall, shaky editing though, lots of movement in the frames, which I am not sure helped the tone, but phenomenal acting, especially from James Cromwell), hit Venice beach then went to a sunset wedding in Malibu. All in all far more opulent, lush, and sexy than my normal day-to-day life.
Now that I have my computer back after like 7 months of it being broker than a stone-magnet mule, I have already done more work in a single night than I had in the entire last two months. Mesmerizing.
Let's try to stay focused, remain fixated on la vie fantastique, with one hand on the pen and the other on the brew.