two down...

this past friday, i turned in the last of my work for the semester. 88 pages of a 'finished' script that had, by most accounts, a happy ending. it's done. finally. i grew to hate that script with a passion and didn't want to think about it or care about it, but when i finally got to the end, i found myself strangely connected to it. who knows.

since then, i've been cleaning like crazy. it's probably four or five times a year that i clean and scrub and wash every nook and cranny in this place. it's very small, but packed in like a storage facility, which makes cleaning difficult at times. but it feels good. radio on. wearing my mom's disposable surgical gloves, an old sweatshirt and shorts, cleanin away.

i finished the kitchen, living room, and bathroom yesterday. today, i'm working on the bedroom and dining room/office/laundry/ storage/linen closet. and after cleaning, i'm going to organize my file cabinet.

- this is why i love rainy weekends.

and then, when everything is in its place, i'll finish the schedule breakdown for the film.

but in the back of my mind, i know must start on thinking about what to write for next semester. i believe i shall attempt to write a comedy.