WHEN ENNUI OVERCOMES...

Thursday, 2:49 P.M.

I didn't elegantly O.D. when I was 27 although I partied with the best of them. I'm far too clumsy and inept to kill myself and I don't get depressed so I don't have any real inspiration potential for a gossipy suicide. My big chance to abuse and bully women was when I was young, chubby and Jewish and working at a major studio. Now I'm old, fit, still Jewish, and prefer sitting around in my pyjamas on Twitter to going out and abusing people in real life.

I can't seem to figure out how to exactly finish one tweak on a script I'm polishing so my Oscar chances are looking bleak at this moment. That could change in three seconds but right now it's bleak. I'm blaming it on one of my favorite socks which I almost always wear when finishing a script or rewrite and one of them is missing and I can't wear two different socks nor can I not have one of the correct superstitious power socks on and the left one is nowhere to be found. It's always the Left that fucks things up for us so we can't have nice things so it's symbolical in that regard. And if I think of throwing in the towel, identifying as a neutral gender, converting to Islam and moving back to Iowa and take up farming, there is no hope there because there's nobody there that can do a shellac manicure properly and my wife would never move to Iowa let alone visit.

And on that note and on top of that... I've just wandered into the kitchen under the pretence of making a latte, but accidentally polished off some delicious cake my wife would have been expecting as a treat when she gets home in a few hours....

#The struggle is real