Personal war path.
Today I drove up to Oklahoma City, had two meetings, then drove back down. I had the theme to Inglourious Basterds in my head the whole time.
I have had a shitty couple of days, my friends. I had a doctor appointment that brought me to tears, for several reasons. Mostly I have just been under a lot of stress, which has never effected me like this before. Hell, I barely used to get very stressed before a couple years ago. You would not have thought I just had almost a week off! Even my doctor was alarmed.
I enjoy what I do generally, but, frankly, I need to redefine my relationship with it or I might lose it. And by lose it, I mean that both mentally and job-wise. And goodness knows I can't lose the job nor spare any sane faculties.
So the drive was good for a lot of thinking and alone time, which I have also not had much of since David lost his job. Perhaps the theme for IB kept going through my head because I am determined to rewrite the book that I am involuntarily writing for myself now. I'm the anti-historical director of my own script. I'm Aldo Raine, and I've been chewed out before. I'm going to kill me some natzis. And by natzis, I mean my own personal natzis.
Whatever it may be, I am not going to work this weekend. Not one iota. Hell, I'll be working all next weekend in Los Angeles anyway, so might as well take this one for meself.
Another item on my 101 in 1001 list: See all Leonard Maltin's 151 Best Movies You've Never Seen. So right now I am going to start adding some items to Netflix. Then I'm grabbing a book and going to bed. Good night, sweet friends. Good night.
