Nightmares about my teeth being peanuts

…And in the nightmare I am eating an apple but my teeth crumble with each bite. I wonder what Dr. Freud would say about that. Probably something to do with growing older and fearing the loss of power. My teeth are fine though over the years I’ve had fillings fall out, corners chip and one crown. My mom on the other hand, oh her teeth are mess. But that happens when you’re born during the depression on a farm in South Georgia with no electricity or running water.

But this feeling of a loss of power — well that’s been omnipresent for the past 72 hours as every time I turn on the radio I hear the sound of children being torn from their parents. Of course I didn’t vote for the bag of shit, but it was kind of funny when every national news outlet was forced to say “shithole countries” over and over. And I like to thank Evangelicals for giving us the daily headlines about the President paying hush money to a porn star. You know, it happens in the best of families. But this nightmare of hearing screaming children over and over. Whelp. I’m voting in November. I hope you are, too.

My writing partner of 20 years got a really good gig directing a new series for the CW. However it means he’s unable to develop TV for two years. On the one hand this forces something I kind of want: a couple of solo projects. But I lose him as guaranteed director — and he has cache when it comes to getting a pilot produced. We are still on track for him to direct the xmas movie we wrote for the USA network in the Spring. Nevertheless, it’s got me a bit anxious. Good thing I’ve got that 2nd job as a teacher!

I finished a pilot script today — something I’ve been noodling on for years but earnestly set down to write a few weeks ago. It’s one of those shows nobody wants to see. It’s all set in the art world and is based on a friend of mine who was a studio manager for a famous sculptor and well known nightmare. She used to have to lie to his wife to cover his affairs for him. You know, fun job! Weirdly I am in possession of his clothing dryer. Long story but he bought one he didn’t like and she steered it my way. Famous sculptor is crazy rich and I guess that’s what you do — buy multiple clothing driers and give them a test run. I’m going to send the script to a few trusted writer friends and determine just how much this is a show that nobody wants to see. My favorite show of the year, so far is “Killing Eve.” I’m such a sucker for British television. Love it though. I had a pilot at Bravo 2 years ago and when I saw Killing Eve I thought, “that’s everything I wanted my show to be.” My show didn’t get picked up and they bought “The Imposters” instead — which I’ve not seen out of pure bitterness. I hope it’s a really good show, honestly. I haven’t done enough loving kindness meditations to be able to watch the show that beat mine out during the test audience previews. Perhaps that’s what true enlightenment looks like.

I got my car detailed today. I have a tiny Fiat 500e and I love it. I love a tiny car. I especially love a tiny, electric car. Though not the Smart because that shit’s a death trap and the range sucks. Anyhow, the Fiat looks amazing and it’s pristine at the moment. I garaged it tonight just to keep the birdshit off for 24 hours. D is at a dinner tonight for something fancy. His work has him on a Planned Parenthood thing and a Project Angelfood thing. Good thing he likes socializing — I assume that’s a requirement if you’re an art dealer. Me — I can’t stand it. Thirty minutes after arriving at a party I’m ready to go. Unless they have amazing food. They almost never have amazing food.

Ugh. Bye.