Cheer Up Sleepy Jean

Read a bit about the Monkees today. There's a band that would never have any credibility today, but would still sell a blue gajillion records.

Going to see Balls of Fury today. I'm sure it will be ridiculous. There will be food involved beforehand so there's that.

So far I've been unsuccessful in my attempts to persuade anyone to see The Bourne Ultimatum, despite the film's eleventy billion dollar box office receipts so far. I think I'm missing the window of opportunity, and may have to wait for DVD.

Job #1 is going okay. Job #2 could be better. Regular four-day weekends, though. Can't ask for much more when most of the work gets done at home.

Purchased and read a copy of my homeslice Andrew's chapbook. As I read, I couldn't help but wonder why I'm not doing more with myself. How come I don't have a chapbook? How come I don't have any pubs since leaving INtake? My homeslice Andrew can do it. Why don't I?

What have I been doing? I haven't written any fiction since 2004. Just columns and this labyrinthian screenplay that I'm close to abandoning. Gotta find a purpose...