head sore.

napped with cats; hallucinations galore. Not even good ones.

good thing the Wookie’s bringing home dinner.

not even gonna speculate on reasons why migraine come.

pain bad.

snuggling with man good.

gonna be good when he gets home.

the lesson endeth.

*thud*

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2 thoughts on “

  1. Relax my dear, don’t stress and picture your garage painted anyhow, or at least your neighbor’s expressions!
    Thinking of you as I head out for dinner with my friend Shannon and possibly a viewing of Garden State. Anything’s better than staring at a blank page and trying to craft a screenplay.
    Although, what do you think about a ‘convention planner’ in Vegas (who has seen EVERYTHING… up to and including Trek, GateCon and such in mundane comparison to business convos)–burned out on celebs because she hates dealing with their wants and needs–ends up stuck somehow with the guest speaker of the convention she organized (for, of course, a hot TV show) and some adventure (plot point) happens where they end up falling for each other, overcoming prejudices–but when they connect, they return to reality, including his fiancee. He can’t break it off (or something like that) so she leaves, deciding she’s grown enought to dump her job and find herself, more confident, etc. (her change). He however, can’t live without her, tells fiancee who HELPS him find her (fiancee is celeb too, something like that)–he searches and finds her (the fiancee and heroine’s ‘best friend’ (who was also a bit in love with heroine but knew it wouldn’t work) are left together and we end it with them eying each other appraisingly. Hence, we get the happy ending, with both star and girl rethinking life and such. (Yes, fairy tale ending, but if I twist it enough with plot points, I’d watch.)
    The question is, would you? (Be honest, and again, this is a thought that needs more thought, but that’s stuck in my head since someone reminded me of “Baked Potatoes” and crazed conventions of shippers)

  2. Relax my dear, don’t stress and picture your garage painted anyhow, or at least your neighbor’s expressions!
    Thinking of you as I head out for dinner with my friend Shannon and possibly a viewing of Garden State. Anything’s better than staring at a blank page and trying to craft a screenplay.
    Although, what do you think about a ‘convention planner’ in Vegas (who has seen EVERYTHING… up to and including Trek, GateCon and such in mundane comparison to business convos)–burned out on celebs because she hates dealing with their wants and needs–ends up stuck somehow with the guest speaker of the convention she organized (for, of course, a hot TV show) and some adventure (plot point) happens where they end up falling for each other, overcoming prejudices–but when they connect, they return to reality, including his fiancee. He can’t break it off (or something like that) so she leaves, deciding she’s grown enought to dump her job and find herself, more confident, etc. (her change). He however, can’t live without her, tells fiancee who HELPS him find her (fiancee is celeb too, something like that)–he searches and finds her (the fiancee and heroine’s ‘best friend’ (who was also a bit in love with heroine but knew it wouldn’t work) are left together and we end it with them eying each other appraisingly. Hence, we get the happy ending, with both star and girl rethinking life and such. (Yes, fairy tale ending, but if I twist it enough with plot points, I’d watch.)
    The question is, would you? (Be honest, and again, this is a thought that needs more thought, but that’s stuck in my head since someone reminded me of “Baked Potatoes” and crazed conventions of shippers)

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