they shoot screenwriters, don't they?

I am so sick of writing, you guys. Which is not good, because I have no time left to do anything except write like the wind.

I think I will run away and become a hermit in the forest somewhere instead pursuing a career in film. I miss camping. And trees.

*cries*

Fell asleep and fell behind. And I'm still so tired it makes me want to cry.

I have to go print in an hour. Right now, my climactic scene is literally the words "[showdown! aka no fucking clue]".

35 / 70 pages. 50% done!

ETA: Balls! Black Gold played in NY last night and I missed it. :(