magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

was hoping that garth would call and want to get breakfast. it would have forced me to get out of bed at a respectable hour. as it is i was up by noon but didn't find the motivation to make my way down to the fav studios until around two. worked on my film straight through until about 530 when i finally decided i needed something in my stomach, even if it was only a ginger ale, and headed for the soda machine. on the way my phone rang.

'are you in a position to come and pick me up? it was a terrible day at work.'

'well, sorta. i'm in studio, but i was just taking a break.'

'that's okay. i can call a cab.'

'no, really, i'll come get you.'

'did you drive down there?'

'yeah. i just have to grab my jacket. i'll be there in about five minutes.'

and five minutes later, 'you're the only thing good about today. what happened to the windshield?' and after that, 'how's your film?'

'it's coming along nicely. i was hoping to be finished by now. so that..'

'..so that we could hang out? because we can't hang out anyway. i have two papers to write.'

'yeah, i know. i was hoping to be finished so that i could work on my studio space in the beb. paint it.'

but instead i dropped her off and headed back to my little editing room for another few hours. my film is far from perfect, but it's as done as it's going to be.

home for some food and the new dragnet, which wasn't very good, then her house where they were watching a lousy movie that i never caught the name of.