Current mood:	life, lies
Current music:	Cursive-What Have I Done (demo, extra verse, alternate lyrics)

Scripts on Scraps

So I have had an eye twitch for maybe a month now. Times are tough, stress is getting to me. It's not active stress, but passive, seething undercurrent stress... just enough to give you nightmares every night and leave you feeling like garbage everyday. Still, whatever.

I thought I'd be able to paint if I could consciously disect the basic tenements of an image. I was wrong, it turned out quite badly.
Pretty sure the script for All Her Nightmares is gone forever, if it comes back to me then I'll start it again, this is what happens when you write scripts on scraps.

People keep dying it seems. Anna's somebody died, guy at Work 2's dad died, Anita's mum died, lady I hate at school's father is terminally ill... there were a couple others I think that I've forgotten.

Anyway, all this caffeine has made me jittery and eratic so I'm going to the pub to study and drink.

Out.