Got involved in rewrites today/tonight. Got a chunk done, even sent it to the dramaturge for his thoughts. But I still couldn’t put it down. I get hyper focused and when I get like this, it’s never going to be perfect. Always going to look for ways to improve.
And it fucks me up. Late with the pills, late to bed. And I need to be up earlier to get to a 10am doctor’s appointment. Trying not to beat myself up about that.
And of course the idiot upstairs is holding another concert, singing unintelligible crap at midnight. 11 days. Just 11 days.
Oh, now someone’s doing a track & field around the rest of the apartment upstairs. Yeah, tonight’s gonna be fun.
Really don’t have much to write tonight, but I am trying to do this daily. Tomorrow should be a better post.
The Bloody Doors Off 
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