a good Monday?

Who would have thought that a rainy, blustery, drab return to the work week would have made me feel a slight bit better. Usually a nice hangover would have accompanied me to work, however, in my growing experience and waning tolerance of alcohol has driven this poor boy to domestication. Yeah, I might still hold on to a bit of my old Rock-Star lifestyle... but the bills have to get actually get paid (took me a while to figure that one out) and you can't constantly destroy yourself without some kind of ramification. That's the gray hair talking.
The Superbowl wasn't so super. The ads were lame. The country has been taken over by some kind of Neo-Macarthyism. However, there is a new head of the Motion Picture Association of America... and he seems to have a sense of humor... unless your pirating movies. Then you're dead to him, understand? Dead.
I did get a little writing done last night. I need to really get cracking on the script. I said something about the end of February to a couple of people. I do intend to stick to it. That's what rough drafts are for, right? Well, I'll write more when I actually get something done. Right now I have to play chopper photographer for work. Wheeee... I can fly.