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[May. 26th, 2009|04:02 pm] |
Everything is coming together in that way that it precisely never does. My terrible job gives me a little bit of money a week, but not really enough to save. I can't afford to pump money into my terrible, semi-functioning phone, which would be a huge help in getting a newer, better job. I'll probably stop by NYPIRG and see if those scoialist bloodsuckers would like my help. They might, even.
Creatively, I just can't focus. I have thought enough about the story (Artificial Romance) to give it some kind of nebulous ending, and the format sounds like it could be kind of fun, but we will see, ultimately, if I feel up to it. I also have had the idea of doing a personal adaptation of "Our Friends From Frolix 8" by Philip K dick, just to practice and ultimately just have sitting around. It sounds like a lot of work, but it may be worth it in the end. It's just a total nihilistic science fiction noir-type story in the way that only Philip K. himself can pull off, I really think I can do it justice. Janna as Charley. Billy as Chairman Gram. Keyhoe as Eric Cordon. It almost writes itself! Draws itself, I will not be doing most of the writing.
I am occasionally seeing a very pretty girl with a child. I tried to celebrate my birthday with a little bit of free drinking due to bartender lady interest, then I woke up in jail. Police are very rude, I do not like them. The pretty girl in question still thinks I am at least occasionally datable, so I men I really have very little reason to say no at this point. Dating (or writing) do not seem to be my strong suits at the moment. |
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