Very pleased today on three fronts. First — I was in the same compartment as action man on the way home (late). He did everything he should do — chew gum, wear a sleeveless shirt in the cold and sit occupying half the aisle. Here’s a dude who knows how to commute. Action Man.
Ok, two. I wrote another 400 words on the way home (and have scope to extend in that scene). The downside is that it’s turning into a romcom. And it’s a screenplay, in that it’s nearly all dialogue. I’m sure that if I simply throw some black paint around and put some spaceships/ indie rock / goatse / cure posters in the background it will revert to being the genre I want it to be. Although I suspect I’d get a cuter actor playing me/Tom if I leave as is. Oh! The dramatic travails of the never-to-be-published author.
La la. My experiment sans alcohol is proving to be a mixed herring. On the one hand, I am losing a bit of weight and I am eating a lot healthier. On the other (and I find this difficult to explain) my levels of bile have increased. I can only assume that in my natural hungover / inebriated state I have to expend some energy feeling sorry for myself. Whereas now I just get to shout onscenities at the television whenever a christmas ad is featured.
C’est la vie. Whatever did happen to B*witched? Oh — who cares. Talentless dungaree wearing wastrels. Hey! What’s not to like? Sorry — just had to combine my phrase d’aujourd ‘hui with my mot du jour. Check it. Sigh. I am about as street as a gerbil. A gerbil who has just been put in the toaster, covered in vegemite and entered into a snooker competition sponsored by Glade.
