No Facebook for 30 days. So far so good. I have a routine. Wake up, feed cats, check email, log in to facebook, check webstats, and read some news. Removing #3 wasn’t that big a deal today. I’ve got so much work to do for the paid job that I’m working on a Sunday and on a holiday Monday. The needless distractions that the Facebook offers is less interesting than a DVD on the making of a movie. The first 2 weeks of my 30 days without Facebook is kind of cheating. I have a mountain of work to do that makes for an easy distraction. And getting paid too. That doesn’t suck.

I feel way better physically right now. That sadist of a nurse from the urgent care poked and squeezed and cut on me until I bled out so much. She actually said out loud that she ENJOYED this kind of thing, and yet kept saying “Ewwww!” as she drew more blood. Isn’t that against some kind of medical ethics or something? I do have to hand it to Mistress Nurse Ratchet, whatever pain I went through Friday night seemed entirely worth it. The swelling is almost entirely gone, the bleeding has lessened a LOT, and the pain is almost nill. I don’t know if I can erase the memory of her holding the medical equivalent to tweezers and showing me a piece of dried pus that looked like a nail she pulled out of my back, but in the end, I’m a lot better.

Even though I’ve been walking a lot this past year, I’m hoping to increase that, plus add some serious gym time to the mix. Taking several of the wasted minutes (sometimes hours) on Facebook and putting in some swimming, free weights, and cardio at an actual gym might change up my body shape.

I need to make a new movie. I have so much on deck. One of these things has to get shot and finished soon. I don’t care if it’s FRAMELINES or another Cell Phone Monologue or a Movie Cliche podcast or ANYTHING right now as long as I get actors, cameras, lights, and something resembling a story in the frame.

I’ve withheld the 3rd season of Boardwalk Empire from my queue. Out of misplaced sentimentality, I couldn’t watch it and that’s something I want to conquer this week. I could get past watching Dexter just fine, but Boardwalk Empire was very different. I tried to watch it and I was reminded of something too much.

Ever gone to a party you were invited to, but the person who invited you wasn’t there, and you don’t know a single person in the room? That’s how I feel every single day of my life.

“Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.”
– Truman Capote

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Peter John Ross

A filmmaker, a dreamer, and the world's only Dan Akroyd Cosplayer


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