Cramp

A few days ago I finally got the guts to call Fluid Friction to ask if they got my CV. They told me it was "on file." and that they would contact me back should something come up. I hire people too and having your CV "on file" means crap. Calling me back from a supposed future where I would work with them as a comic book writer.

I just watched Science of Sleep, expecting to be disappointed by it but Michel Gondry just made a good film, not an incomprehensible mess like some of the reviews I'ved read. It's beautiful and full of yearning and confusion and mess, just like real like but all through that wonderful whacked out vision of his of cardboard cities, giant hands doing minute task, time machines that go forward or backward by one second and a horse in a horse suit. It's beautiful.

My dad is an ass. He wants to bill me for my childhood effectively. He's stuck in a situation of his own making and right now I reserve the right to hate him. For now.

Work is piling up. Mountains of emails, some great and some just complaining and complaining and complaining.

BIts of paper, floating emails with requests after requests after requests.

I want to scream.