I read some Arkham Asylum tonight and fuckin' hell that's good. Then I abducted the Super Nintendo from my parents' place so that I could play Donkey Kong Country 2, and suddenly it's 1995 again and I have every single episode of My So-Called Life on tape with the commercials cut out, and I'm editing Super-8 black and white film with a shitty little Super-8 splicer in my old bedroom. Awesomeness. Doll that up with the pipe I bought this aft while downtown with Bex and I'd call this a fairly spectacular day overall. I had to tear myself away from DKC2 and force myself to write, but write I did, and what came out wasn't entirely what I'd had in mind but was interesting anyway... I'm now thoroughly curious about whether I'm ever going to share this script with anyone at all. It's going to some strange, fucked-up places, and it's about to go to some even fucked-up-er ones. As a writing exercise alone, though, at least it's getting me back on the horse - or more accurately, teaching me what a lazy little bitch I've become. Work ethic? Gone. But no worries. I'm cozied up in my bedroom and don't entirely mind that the work week is starting tomorrow; gonna open the window, snuggle into the sheets and do a bit more Asylum reading before bed. I feel no particular desire to sleep yet.