Randomness

So, I haven't worked on my script at all today and only a little yesterday. Luckily, I'm like a day ahead. Strangely, this is not nearly as difficult as NaNoWriMo. I'm not sure if it's because I'm adapting it or if it takes way less effort to fill a page. Probably a combination of both. I keep forgetting to save it so I've rewritten one day's work twice and another one once. I'm not liking this program very much.

Dudes. I got a plushie of Toad from Mario. It's awesome.

I also had an epiphany. So I'm listening to Crosstown Traffic by Jimi Hendrix and I realized...it's basically one big long metaphor! Okay, I know it's not that difficult to get. I'm not a moron, I promise. It's not my favourite Hendrix song so I haven't really listened to it in depth. I think mostly when I listen to it I'm just baffled by the successful inclusion of kazoos in a rock song. But anyway, I was all of a sudden like, "Hey! This is a metaphor for a WOMAN." It all makes sense now. Not so much All Along The Watchtower, which I think was written by a very baked Bob Dylan.

I had a weird dream last night. My sister, Lindsay, and I were underwater in a car, smoking marijuana. Then she wanted to take me pot smoking again but I was scared to go underwater so we went to this lake and stood on some rocks and smoked. Then we were smoking with these hardcore pot smokers and sharing a joint and for some reason I'm a real moron in my dreams and I kept putting the lit end in my mouth and putting out the joint and these other people were getting really mad at me. Then Lindsay was like, "don't cough!" because apparently these other people would get really mad if I coughed. By extension, I guess that means they don't like newbie pot smokers.

Note: I have never smoked pot in my life. I have no idea where this drug dream came from.

Anyway, sorry for the schizo post. I'll continue with the HCA snarkings later probably. I'm pretty excited to do what sounds like a very fucked up fairy tale. It's called "The Girl Who Sat On a Loaf" or some shit.