Fortunately, I'm still kicking - screenwriting on a friggin typewriter

The issue of proporty is now being addressed in the editorials in It's not Journalism. However, I also meant to read the article on Countrywide called Stocks' stunning turnabout gives hope to investors (mainly because the author is JF), but I think I read the entry in §C1 called A rush to pull out cash. Motive, if you've been keeping up with my blog you may know about an obseesion I have with an old high school flame whom I recently got in touch with by phone. I learned she is married, has kids, etc. Then the drunken stupor

For those concerned, I think I'm alright. That ingrowing hair on my belling swelled up to pimple proportions and I've been feeling the pain on my left gut, not completely certain if I damanged a kidney, or my liver. Thank goodness for ignorance that I don't know which side of my torso my liver is in, otherwise, if it was on the left, I'd be stressing now.

I have a piece of prop. It's a dumb piece of BS poetry I worked on between building enough confidence to get in touch with someone from my past, and actually speaking with her for a brief 20 minutes. Because I think it's amateurish good, and I leave my stuff free to the publish to read, it would be so cool hearing those lyrics sung in a HEAVY METAL song some day. It's a fantasy of mine now that I've lost all hope in love. Which is kind of where the news storeis on property enters.