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Those dots represent the three paragraphs where I complain about my herniated disc and all the pain I’m in, etc. I don’t even want to discuss it. It’s just my ongoing nightmare. I watched 127 hours tonight and thought, "yup, I’d totally trade places with that guy — at least his ordeal only lasted five days. I’ve been doing this for over a year now." 
Not much to say. My life continues to shrink to the size of my house. I went swimming. Swimming always helps me feel kind of better for a little while. I’ve got a headache. Every time D leaves the house he asks, "can I get you anything?" and I say, "a new spinal column." I never get tired of that one.
The producers and the execs at WB are sort of over the spec script since it didn’t sell to the networks. They’re not really interested in basic cable. They’ve got bigger fish to fry. Hmm. Very curious. I guess so. I don’t really get it, but whatever, I suppose that’s just how it is. So for right now I officially have no projects waiting in the hopper. I have no potential projects, nothing.
Sorry. It’s been a bad day, week, month, year, few years, half decade, six years.
One interesting moment in 127 Hours. The main character says, "this rock has been waiting for me my whole life. From the moment I was born I have been moving toward it. I chose this." I totally get that feeling. Like the way that I chose my back troubles. I’m serious. I did. I didn’t know that’s what I was doing. But that’s what I was doing every time I took my spine for granted. Every passive, disinterested visit to the chiropractor, all the questions I didn’t ask. All the good advice I ignored or ridiculed as "hippy talk." Yep. I chose this. I’m not saying all this to beat up on myself. On the contrary, I am reminding myself to listen to my instincts. 
The highlight of my week…… Hmmm. I really have to think about this one. What’s the highlight of my week? I don’t think there’s anything that was good this week. I mean there were things that were "not awful" but good… Nope. No highlights. Oh wait. My friend A has been staying here and she never logs out of her facebook profile. I am not on facebook. I was and then I pulled the plug on it (which was harder than defecting from the Soviet Union.) Anyhow, I’ve been writing things as her. Mostly reviews of Chico’s clothing and how it makes me feel pretty.