The showing of One Night Stand went very well. The programmer at Gallery 79 really championed my film amongst the few folks that make decisions there. I really hope that gallery makes it.
Good comedy show at the Lincoln Lodge following that. Met some more folks. All good things.
Was supposed to do mushrooms yesterday, but M. was sick, so I spent time with her anyways, and guess what? Now I’m sick.
Today’s goal is to write something disposable.
The great thing about Intelligentsia is that you look at all of their coffee equipment and you think ” Oh, this is kind of like a coffee sex dungeon I didn’t know I want this but I want this, this is cool.”
I just watched Sharing of the Domestic Burden all the way through because the cast/crew commentary we did is so great.
One of my new co-workers sounds like Mike Birbiglia when he speaks slowly.
Imagine Mike Birbiglia say these actual words my co-worker said:
“So, I found out this morning that my refrigerator had been off all weekend.”
I responded, “You’ve had the best weekend ever, man.”
“I know. I guess that explains why my cheese was moldy.”
Don’t have feelings, you guys, I’m telling you.
Banish all feelings (especially when there are no drugs am I rite aid?)
Would you believe that my mother’s favorite film of mine is an experimental film about a lesbian couple proposing a polyamorous relationship?
Neither would I but its true.
They should call this Sad Bar.
I was super pumped to have my errands done by 11 am today. 11! But, I bought the wrong thing and then had to go downtown, so I was out until 3, my energy drained.
I fight almost exclusively with myself. I find things to be concerned about. It’s a difficult habit to break.
I did convince myself that I was good enough, financially, to come to sad bar! Sad bar is where I drink when I’m sad. It’s not a sad place, it’s just me.