Beer is the cure

20 Aug

Spending my friday night with the boyfriend at Tomato Kick with noisy underdressed college kids. Talking about films and translating short stories to the visual form, in this case—moving pictures. Three bottles down I’m ranting about my 5-year old screenplay that still lacks climax. Sometimes I wonder why I’m in advertising and not in scriptwriting. Then I remember the crazy hours and the non-weekends. Ohh look, beer grub. Alcohol drowns the noise, and makes me forget about my clogged nose.

I’m going to wake up with a headache. I can feel it.

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