When the giant, intelligent bees of the future sift through the ashes of our civilization...

I read the most hilarious review of the film "Alone in the Dark" this morning in EW. If you're saying to yourself "Never heard of it" you're not alone. Get it...alone. Okay, moving on, the review had this to say:
"Alone stars Christian Slater, Tara Reid, and Stephen Dorff, all of whom do an excellent job maintaining consciousness — okay, except for Reid, who evokes the slower moments of Awakenings".
Oh man, so funny. Awakenings...you kill me Scott Brown.

I just had a bite of the most delicious brownie and now all I want to do is take the plate and start shoveling them into my mouth like a mad woman. But I won't. Because that would be weird. I wish I hadn't even taken a bite, then I wouldn't know the goodness I'm missing. I guess it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.

Work is moving as a much slower pace than usual. I kind of like it, but am also entering bored as hell territory. Having a short attention span doesn't provide me w/ the pleasure searching the internet provides for most people. I start to read something and lose interest around paragraph 2. It's only the sound of my own inner voice that keeps me focused.

I have two bday parties on Friday...I'm so popular, I know...but I hate that they're on the same night. I'm not used to this, usually I'm lucky if I have one thing to do, but two? I'm not a machine (whatever the hell that is supposed to mean).

So I'm going to work on my "script" tonight, I think. I started with this idea I thought was amazing/creative/never been done before brilliant, but have now come to realize I'm writing a goddamn romantic comedy. And a bad one, at that. Like "Two if by Sea" bad. I didn't see that movie, I'm just assuming. So yeah...mediocrity. Kind of sucks.
R.