Blasting loud and drinking gin. Fuck you.
There are friends I'll never be able to talk to again... and that is how I know your god's plan is nonsensical, inane, and fucking stupid.
Drinking Barefoot Merlot, trying to balance a short film budget from 2012 (!), all in a ridiculous attempt to finish all of tomorrow's work tonight so that I can finish a rewrite for a feature screenplay that was due to a producer yesterday. Someone come play with my hair.
There will be much Spanishing, much Frenching, and much writing today. Of course, this will be accompanied by much Merloting.
Good morning. Happy writing.
It's a "Get drunk at lunch" kinda day...
It's still morning?