I don't know what to make of this week. On the one hand, I've had a lot of fun. On the other, I feel like I'm wasting my life.
There were lots of fun things to go and do. I went dancing a few times, and that was as pleasant as always: danced with everybody, caught up with friends, clumsily failed to flirt with anyone. I checked out some theater: on Friday I saw "Blue Micetro", the rarely-performed, frightfully-offensive cousin of Micetro, and on Saturday I saw Kill Will, a Guy-Ritchie-style play about criminals chasing after the lost diary of William Shakespeare. I also went to see LOST on Wednesday, and ran into a bunch of friends there.
So that was all good.
At home, though, I've just been wasting time. I've spent an ungodly amount of hours recovering photos that I lost in that August '08 hard-drive failure, and switching my online to-do-list manager from Toodledo to Remember the Milk. Also, my universal remote started eating batteries like whoa, so I've been trying to sort out that problem.
So that was less good. Nobody goes to their grave wishing they'd spent more time repairing their universal remote.
I've squeezed in a little bit of creative effort. I wrote a Pimp My TV trailer for Sketchwar and finished off another Sketchwar-commentary post. I went to the latest ASG read and hung out with the local screenwriters afterwards. But that's about it. *sigh*
This week looks okay: more dancing (*shrug*), more theater (*shrug*). I won't be at tonight's LOST screening, but I may go check out Grimm tomorrow. Oh, and the TV-writing class starts up on Tuesday, so that should keep me out of trouble for a while.
There have been two recorded cases of death by nutmeg (one in 1908 and one in 2001).
Mood: bored · Music: none