10:38 p.m.

What is a freelance arts columnist to do, without a wife, without a job, without a testicle that hasn’t swollen to the size of a cantaloupe?

That is the beginning of my review of Fishwrap, which I saw with M. on Saturday at the Tarragon. Good show, but I'm a little too lazy to get into the details.

Anyway, this weekend was bizzz-ay. Well, for me anyway. Fishwrap on Saturday and Sprockets on Sunday. Oh, was Sunday COOL. Seeing a film that I HELPED MAKE on the big screen, what a feeling. I know that I am getting into the right field...I SO KNOW I AM MEANT TO MAKE MOVIES!

Too bad we didn't win though. Oh well. Actually, this really pretentious, but really gorgeous, film won. A Short Film on Death by some dude with a 16 mm camera ( I think ) and some awesome lighting. Mind you, after a few minutes of "Wow, look at that...no digital fuzz" it got a little boring. More like A Fifteen Minute, but Feels like an Hour 'cause it's too FUCKING SLOW, Film on People talking about Random Crap.

All bitterness aside, of course.

So, this week is starting to look pretty shitastical. Fucking Mr. A. is making us do a fucking debate due on Friday...shitforbrainsnogoodasswipedouchebag that he is. And philosophy which always sucks. And everything else which always sucks. DAMMIT, I hate it when people are happy when I'm not. I think everyone's feelings should always correspond with mine, it's the only way things ought to work.

So...poopie.