Reasons to be cheerful.
I went to see My Father, Romulus
last night for free courtesy of Emma-Jean being a teacher. It was sad. Afterwards I had a nice time with Emma, Gavin and Shy having coffee and chatting but unfortunately I didn't say enough so some people thought I was sad. This has happened before: Must. Try. Harder.Add more water.
I went to another script meeting today. The script was constructed by the Cookie Monster from paper napkins glued to an old script. The old script was one of mine, which was nice to see. Some of the paper napkins were a bit too raggedy and biscuit-stained to read, which the Cookie Monster blamed on the glue. In the end it was sent back to be rewritten, although reconstructed might be a better word. (And recombobulated would be more fun to say.)