Idiot Given Yet More Responsibility

So, starting in January, I will be filming I Was a Teen-age Prom Queen! (or: The Girl Who Ate Prom), the teen zombie comedy I wrote after Katrina, bored in the apartment of my friend Dana in Colorado. I predict panic attacks for the next year of my life.

Meanwhile, Teen Age Waste Land is in its final stages, just need to get a proof to go over and fix any problems with it, then it'll be online, and then I need to finish updating Divine Apathy and putting that up as well.

I need to start working on storyboards. All this, and I'm going it alone because Aly's once again incommunicado in NY, refusing to give me anything but nonverbal replies. And I might be going up to NY for New Year's.

I'm gonna have a fucking heart attack, if i even have one after all this is said and done.

sometimes, we get what we ask for. this is when we see how short-sighted and infantile our desires truly are.