How I was feeling. Two hours might be wasted.

I wrote a potentially bad script tonight but I decided “hey: fuck it”. I might as well experiment where I can, and I don’t know if I’ll end up making it, but some parts would be cool.

The ending consists of me writing into the dialogue of characters how much my dialogue sucks (although I did it so you won’t know unless you hate it if I make it, when you’ll be thinking “man, this movie knows itself so well”, thinking that I don’t know it and I think it’s good). I’m paranoid.

I watched Punch-Drunk Love and it made me want to try for something more, something different, and I got that, but is it queerly different? Probably. But like I said: fuck it. It was, I was tired and fuck it.

Because it can only get better or worse.