Worked out...

Worked out with the trainer yesterday, a cool white kid from Northern California. We did the circuit and my muscles feel sore as hell now. One hour of workout, and I could feel every ounce of every bad thing I'd eaten over the past week, try to squeeze out of my body. But I had to get off my ass and get moving. I'm starting to get big. Not just a little bit big, but belly jiggling big. So on Monday, I do the whole body fat thing.

On top of my other work, my fiction manuscript is on its way for copyediting. So like Al Pacino, just when I thought I was out, they bring me back in. I have a ton of work to do for the next 45 days. But this time, I'm doing things differently. No more 24 hour awake nights. I'm going to schedule out my days better. I don't mind getting up at 5am, and I'll need to do that in order to get things done. After these 45 days, I should be free until I graduate in June.

You'll also note the change in the 434 script. I may have mentioned it before, but my comedy script didnd't seem right for what I want to say in my scripts. So the new script is called FREE LOVE IN UTOPIA. About an Iraqi vet. Much more relevant. I decided to workshop the first four pages for the class I teach, as an example of how to do dialogue, format, etc. And I also wanted them to get used to hearing criticism. I have to say that they gave WONDERFUL critiques that were spot on.

At Icono, I'm a bit worried about my girl Donna. I haven't heard back from her, and I'm hoping she's just taking some time to relax versus being hurt. But it's not like her to not call. One of the weird things about being a remote company, where nearly everyone communicates via email or telephone, you tend to panic if you don't hear from someone for a few days. You find out that your lifelines are a note here and a phone call there, and if you don't hear that familiar voice, you really start thinking about it. Anyway, I hope she's okay.

My Super Bowl pick? The Colts. 34-17 Rex Grossman is terrible.