Sitting in my dad’s office, typing on his computer, the smell of food drifting in from the kitchen, and the image of Britney Spears to my right. MTV is pimping her new album and she’s talking about spirituality, sex, kabalastic spirituality, and how she has “dark moments.”
“I feel more alone now than I ever have in my life.”
Heh. Feel alone baby? I know exactly how you feel. Why don’t you come over here and we’ll be alone together. I’ve got some spiritual secrets to show you.
Not really my type, actually. No blondes. Never again.
Sorry, Brit. You’ll have to dig out Fred Durst’s phone number again.
Meanwhile, the food continues to cook. The smell is driving me nuts. I can’t believe I’m more interested in turkey than a little 21-year old blonde sexpot. My priorities are screwed up.
Progress on CHILL goes well. The goal of making SAVE a sympathetic character that people will want to learn more about, want to be a part of is going well. I think. Everyone who reads the timeline can’t wait to read more. So, I’m moving in the right direction at least. Got to keep going in that direction. The original outline has a lot of problems (one of the O’Boylans looks to be at least 101 years old). The Mechanic’s system is inspiring. I can’t wait to playtest it.
Listening to Brit talk — what a superficial little bitch. Jeebus. No fucking way I’d let that girl get into my pants.
Where’s the damn turkey, already?!?!