Diary

Yesterday went as follows...Woke up with good artistic intentions. Spent the morning composing the letter to Dark Horse, watched half of Frost/Nixon,(I didn't want to watch the whole thing without Sarah, but since it leaves off just as the interview begins, Sarah be damned.), started writing out what I think could be a novel combining my own experiences with insomnia and the horror/thriller script I started writing, Blood Red Eyes. We'll see where that goes. Started the portrait of Sarah that I had been meaning to do for so long, only it looks this time like I've squashed her features instead of elongating them. Looking at the clock, almost 1, I realize I had completely forgot my lunch plans with Eric. When I reach for my phone there are messages and I feel like shit. This puts me in a sour mood just as Sarah comes home for lunch. When she proof reads my letter and tells me what's wrong with it it only brings me down more. The rest of the day is a haze of a lot of blah.
But nighttime made up for it. Coffee with Steve and Sarah. During dinner met up with Eric and discussed Movies, Cinema, Film, which is something we've talked about before and sometimes its great to talk about them and sometimes it just brings us all down with the lines between commercialism and art and the grey in between all this. I go to meet a friend, possible link to a bigger project concerning zombies, (I know, who isn't doing zombies right now?), says the project is more for a movie his friends wants to animate. I'm weary of proposals especially after the Roscoe incident but I promise myself not to get to wrapped up in it. I'll send some samples next week. Go home and watch Chariots of Fire. I've never seen it. Thank you again Netflix/Microsoft.
I'll post some pictures of some of the work mentioned soon.