[	Current Mood	|	tired	]
[	Current Music	|	REM - In Time	]

Today I am: basking in the warmth of cosmic sorrow, tiredness and being slightly askew. My dreams were unsettling. A man brainwashed my family. Please note that this is not my actual family, but a different family that came into existence for the purposes of my dream.There were stones and a snake at some point. Oh, and I met Meg White in a bar, I asked her if that was really Jack White singing on Danger! High Voltage. She wouldn't answer me, but Jack White was actually there, facing into a pillar. He had a fruity coctail.

Another list for your viewing pleasure.

[	Current Mood	|	nauseated	]
[	Current Music	|	REM - Green	]

I should mention that I had my interview on Monday morning. I brought my suit, and my birth certificate along. Y'know, to prove that I actually WAS born and didn't just materialise out of thin air twenty minutes ago. There were two interviewers. A man, to who I was to address my responses, and a woman who took notes. Notes such as: 'ASYMMETRICAL FACIAL FEATURES', 'mumbles and stutters', drank water from a small plastic cup' and such. She was cute; he had a small, but prominent wart on his face, and also an uneven hair cut. When I came to the end of the interview, I was asked whether I had any question to ask them. This is traditionally where I mess up. I said no. I got up to shake the hands of my interviewers. I tried to speak, but owing to a lack of air pressure, I only mouthed the words 'pleased to meet you'.

I went home and began the first draft of my script for The Magdelene Sisters II. In this gritty, hard-hitting sequel, set in a Magdele Laundry in rural Ireland in the 1960s, lounge singer Doloris Van Carter (Whoopi Goldberg) poses as a nun in order to escape from her mobster boyfriend. This sassy, black woman teaches the nuns the true meaing of soul and turns around the fortunes of the convent's choir. You'll also have to endure Kathy Najimy's stupid face (and stinking, possibly infected, vagina) on screen for a good thirty minutes. It's fucking sick!

[	Current Mood	|	okay	]
[	Current Music	|	Queen Of The Stone Age - QOTSA	]

I was unwell for the past two days. However, I am currently well. Two days of lying around the house isn't fun. I feel all isolated and stuff. At the bottom of the celestial heirachy, and assigned no particular function. Outside seems particularly green and vital.

The trees hunch and bow in sympathy. They understand great sorrow. And the general stillness. Nonspecific stillness. I've spent far too much time watching television over the past few days, and it's taking it's toll. I'm a firm believer in the idea that in trying "to make sense out of the barrage of disconnected information we face daily" people generally try to find patterns where there are none, and try to assign meaning where there is none. I'm not one of those people. Since the age of fourteen I've found myself unable to believe in anything. I'm a skeptic. But not in the hostile sense.

I'm going to miss the leafy campus when I'm gone. And other things.