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Jul. 19th, 2005

I think part of the difficulty with sleeping is coming from the cold medication. Tonight I think I'll try and go without and see if I can sleep without coughing up lung poodles again.

Dreamt I was driving along a road at night. It was winter, and there were plowed snowbanks that had to be 20 feet high on either side of the road. I noticed a cop car pulled over, and slowed down; when I looked out the window, I saw that the cop was being overpowered by a couple of punk kids. I swung the car around to go back and help, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a third punk kid raise up a rifle, and he shot me in the head.

Feeling a bit of the wonk. I have this feeling, like a creative craving. It's making me want to do a whole bunch of different projects to fulfill it, but it's like it won't be sated. And right now I'm pretty heavily stuck in repair mode on the Big Broken Box™. I'm beginning to suspect that I'm looking for validation through display.

Think of it like a peacock spreading its plumage. The one with the best display gets the hens.

I am bursting with ideas for short films, in the one-to-five minute category. The problem is finding the time and locations to make them.

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