I woke up this morning feeling incredibly pensive. It’s disconcerting. There are times when I just don’t like thinking this much. This is one of them. But I have a lot on my mind. It’s getting pretty sore right along with my aching body. We’re supposed to be paying off debt, but we can barely pay the bills. I need to figure out what I can do with my movie that I can’t really do anything with. There’s a book contest deadline in November, but I doubt I can finish the book. I would give anything to win a spot in either the contest or the fellowship that my screenplay is out there duking it out for. And I’m worried. I’m so worried that I can think of nothing funny or entertaining to say. I’m a worried, boring person with too much on my mind, and now I have to go off to spend a day with a human being (I’m using that term loosely) who I am pretty sure is a descendant of whatever malevolent forces are at work in the universe. Last night I had a dream about Willow and Tara. Go figure. And now, I need coffee.