“And May God’s Love Be With You”

      I don’t know why I don’t feel like writing, especially since I adore it. I should just do it. I set a goal to finish my script (even a very rough draft) before school started again, and I clearly wasn’t committed enough to follow through.

      I’ve been drinking this bottle of Amaretto I bought. I don’t like Amaretto anymore. It’s too sweet.

      “Space Odyssey” is playing on my computer. I think it’s obvious God wants me to stop hemming and hawing, and just write the fucking script. My words, not His.