Brab firkin berbitt!!!
Spent the whole day yesterday looking for ways to avoid writing more scenes for ‘Hog Town’ – and was quite successful. I made tweaks to the Vertigo facebook page and website. I sent some emails. I sent emails informing people I’d be making phone calls. I pushed my backgammon rating up 45 points (one more win and I’ll break 1800 for the first time since last October). I went to the gym and pushed 125lbs off my chest 22 times (down 20lbs from December). I Skyped with Jazzy and booked her plane ticket to Toronto. I waxed philosophic on drug addiction and alcohol abuse. I read every single available article on the latest dysfunction of the Toronto Transit Commission. I even googled the term ‘earwax’ and learned something about something I always found annoying.
I didn’t write a single damn thing for ‘Hog Town’.
And now it’s today and later tonight I’ll be sitting around a table with a bunch of people who’ll all be eager to hear the latest episode of my musings — and I’m eight pages short. I should really finish up with this and get pounding. I should… but first let me tell you about breakfast.
Janicel joined Frank and I at Bacia’s table this morning. It was an incredibly pleasant surprise. Frank watched her on my computer screen for two minutes before he could even muster a word. He really misses her. I miss her too, but in a different way. She was a big part of the vibe in Bacia’s kitchen, before she went home to Panama. We even read a few scenes from the new episode together. It felt like old times, except for the part where Frank was being a love sick retard. That was new.
I am now sitting by the fireplace in Roncy’s Bean, and I’m minutes away from finishing what I started. But first I’ll eat a sandwich.
