That’s what the button said, so I pressed it. Feels kind of weird, but (hopefully) this time tomorrow, something I’ve done will be in the mail, heading for who knows what.
240 pages of my life, finally brought into the real world via a small plastic box marked Hewlett Packard.
Just got out of a meeting.
News: bad.
Forecast: uncertain.
Shit: fucked up.
Re-writes: Episode = becomes plural; Pathological Ambition = dismissed as unrealistic and Loyal Pet = interesting wildlife in garden (duck nesting on roof a particular favourite).
Oh, and add BROKE as breaking news in final example.
Pressure…
Right, I have only two weeks to finish this script and submit it. Who stole all my time?
Last Monday I had three weeks and that was fine; all of a sudden it’s Saturday and not fine. I’ll tell you what happened: people, that’s what. Do they KNOW when I’m running out of time? Can they smell it?
And what’s with every DVD I rent from Blockbuster being so dirty it won’t play?
I really don’t think any of this is fair and I want my money back. Not too worried about the DVDs though, I can usually buy them for the same price it costs to rent them…
$100’000’000 and a shiny new web badge?
