Another Friday randomocity

It's finally Friday.

Been a long week. At work we take turns working until 5:00, so that the phones are covered. For me it's 45 minutes later than my usual end-time. You wouldn't think a mere 45 minutes would make much difference, but man! It does! Throws my entire evening schedule out of whack. Fortunately that's over for a while after today.

Speaking of out-of-whack, I'm going to have to take another whack at the story I'm writing based on my song, "Inside." It's just not coming together like I want. It's missing something. I don't know what. It'll come to me, though--hopefully sooner rather than later. When it does it won't take long for me to finish writing it. Maybe.

Screenplay is still rocking along, though. I'm just over half-way into it. I should be working on the last section by the end of this weekend. Still got some gory murders to perform, some post-mortem mutilations . . . I'm pretty happy with it so far. About to get into what I consider to be the really interesting part.

It just occurred to me that I seem to be developing this obsession with horror. I've always dug it but normally I incline towards science fiction. Interesting. Of course I slanted that way in my music for a while now . . .

In real life I've got to find myself a doctor. That's another project for the weekend. I won't go into details--you don't want to know--but it's a problem I've had for a while now that finally needs to be checked out. Hopefully it won't be too serious. In my research I've found that it's something that'll kill me in a few months, or it's something really trivial. I'm pulling for the latter.

So, my weekend will consist of the usual--writing, relaxing as much as I can, practicing my guitar, maybe tracking a new tune, giving Atari his weekly bath, that sort of thing. In addition to looking on my insurance website for an in-network doc who is taking new patients. No end of fun!

What are you doing? Got any plans?

Vacation! and this and that . . .

Yes, I am on vacation all next week.

What am I planning? Well, I have around ten characters who have to have an extremely unpleasant demise. In other words, I'm hoping to be over halfway through this spec script by this time next Friday. Plus, Atari (my dog) has his yearly physical Monday morning. His shots, that sort of thing.

Atari, as I've said previously, is really old for an Akita. Their life expectancy is eight years--I'm estimating around the first of September Atari will be 13. He's got arthritis, so he doesn't get around all that well any more, and his kidneys are failing. Plus he has this skin condition that's common to Akitas (and Shiba Inus, too--but really they're just min-Akitas). So he has a tendency to get skin infections. I don't think he has one of those right now, though--he's actually doing pretty well in that area.

But he hates it when it rains--I think it stiffens his joints right up. Poor boy. I know the medicine helps, but not enough, I know.

I have noticed that Atari's relationships with cats sort of mimic my relationships with women. He thinks they're beautiful, fascinating, fun to be around . . . and they think he is either beneaith their notice or they are terrified of him. Been there, done that . . .

Tonight I'm watching Eureka and Haven on Syfy. Other than that, and listening to some music, I'm just chilling. Trying not to think too hard about things. I have a big decision to make--problem with it is I'm supposed to make this decision withou the bare minimum of information. I won't go into details yet, but it involves my job. I'll blog about it soon, I promise. If you care.

What are you doing this weekend? Something fun? Working, What?

Friday morning

For some reason I woke up in a really bad mood. I'm not sure why. Hopefully my mood will improve as the day goes by. It is Friday, after all, for cryin' out loud.

I have a major life decision to make, in the next few years. I know, *years*, so it sounds like there's forever before I have to decide. Problem is, I can't get a more specific time frame--it may only be *one* year, it may be *three*. I can't at this point go into more details, but it involves my job.

Hell, a lot can happen. By that time I may be a successful screenwriter and recording artist and won't be working there anyway. Who knows? Still, though, it weighs heavily on my mind. I try to embrace change, but it's hard, sometimes.

In a much shorter time-frame, I'm going to start writing this spec script this weekend. Dammit. I am excited about it--it's going to be really good. I just need to keep the mission statement in mind as I'm typing away.

So, pardon my mood--I'm sure by this afternoon I'll be chippy again. How are things with you? Any weekend plans?