i was running late in the morning and ran out the door only to find a copy of this book:
i ran back in and showed it to mark (who was trying to sleep at the time), pondering excitedly who it could be from. eventually i saw a note from my brother, it said, cool runnings sis.
and then when i went to tom's house i discovered he had decorated my car windscreens as well as his door with some lovely messages for me written in shaving cream. i wish i had photos.
but i did write 494 words of screenplay on friday afternoon.
Nina: (flicks a contemptuous look at Lionel) "Not you, you freaking wino. Bob, what the hell. Are you here with Jerry?"
Bob looks panicky, stretching his palms out in front of himself defensively.
as for the rest of the weekend? a complete creative write-off.
(it was fun though)
love love love
lion
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