||[Oct. 29th, 2004|02:24 pm]
|||||trucks driving by||]|
wrote a story about my own death. i had a stroke from the pill and smoking. only about one page long. i may work on it again tonight. it will be the second day in a row of my keeping the deal to write every single day, even if only one or two pages. we'll see how long i go tonight.
brian called. may go somewhere with him this weekend. it's nice to go out to movies. eric doesn't care either way, but there's something magical and social about sitting with strangers and watching a film. i like it. most of the time, at least. there was a time in chicago when i went to see "fargo" at a second run theatre and there had to be some of the loudest, least couth, least refined people in the world. they spoke at ear-splitting decibles throughout entire film. i enjoyed "fargo" much more when i rented it a year later. and how sexy is frances mcdormand? SO sexy. "laurel canyon" was fabulous. she played the kind of person i would like to be -- well, without the overindulgent drug use. her character didn't have a lot of apologies and regrets as i do.
i don't work at either job tomorrow. sunday i'll work at the coffee shop. then i have one more weekend and it's done. but tomorrow, since i'll have time, i'll try to clean before the movie (that is, if i go to a movie with brian tomorrow. it may be that sunday is better). i have to e-mail my co-worker and decline the halloween party. i don't have a costume anyway. i'll make the next event she invites me to. that is the deal i made with myself. i have to make SOME effort to get out, even if it's awkward. i also have to keep up with the writing.
well. more later. i have some data to enter, yo!