Friday, January 23, 2009

Don't Tell Me Again That Dust Is Gonna Settle Your Nerves...

"My psychiatrist told me I was crazy and I said I want a second opinion. He said okay, you're ugly too."
- Rodney Dangerfield

This week:

Two states. Two rivers. Three boroughs. Three and a half days of work. One band. One burnt piece of lasagna. Five overdrafts. One bank wire. Eight Jack and Cokes. One enchilada, one taco. Cigarettes. Two prints. Six rolls of film. One President. Six blog posts. Four different moments of solace. One therapy visit. Countless phone calls. One model release form. Two HBO premiers. One film, completed after three viewings. One bunny scan. Three panic attacks. A bunch of text messages. One thousand twelve hits. Two confessionals. One tragedy starting to happen...

Cover Star: Stella
Headlining Band: elbow


Dig, man, there goes Mack the Knife! said...

I don't like this talk of tragedy, friend.

Kita St. Cyr said...

:( tragedy?

D.L. Wood said...

One band.
One burnt piece of lasagna.
One bank wire.
One enchilada,
one taco.
One President.
One therapy visit.
One model release form.
One film,
One bunny scan.
One tragedy starting to happen...

Ah the dreaded Ones...that is a tragedy.

m said...

wild wild week

bt said...

What?..all that and no bowel movements? need an enema!!