I Don't Like the Way My Brain Works

Neurotic. Crazy. Down in the dumps.

Alas, I'm in a strange mood today. A few (what actually amount to be small, insignificant mole hills) mountains are heavy on my mind today. I've got a mixture of sadness, irritation and general malaise as I sit here typing. I got some stuff done this morning on my first of two consecutive days off (cleaned the bathroom, washed the dishes--woo hoo). Tomorrow will no doubt be my big writing day on the Simon Baker script, cuz today it sure ain't gonna happen. My job still brings me a few rare moments of joy. Most of the time, I feel like I'm making gaffes, when in fact, they're probably small mistakes that only I will remember. It's fine, but things really seem to have changed in the way my brain interprets things. I've always been on the fringe of neuroticism (is that a word?), but I just can't shake the feeling that these irrational emotions are on the rise; both in frequency and in intensity. It's irritating. Little things just weigh heavy on my mind, and at times, keep me from falling asleep at night; at least right away. The more it happens, the more I expect it to happen, and...well, you get the cycle.

Ugh.

Once again, it seems that therapy may be in the cards for me. But who? How? Hmmm.

The other half and I made our way west last week, to watch a movie w/ friends Chris and Ami. It was our second official meeting of the minds on our new venture (although we still don't know exactly what we're moving toward--that'll be discussed tonight), and we watched a film called The American Astronaut. The purpose of this viewing, was to see how much bang you can get for very little buck. We plan to meet every other week to watch movies for different reasons--dialogue, character, plot, budget, etc. The off weeks from that, we are meeting to discuss forward motion on our separate projects and projects we want to complete together.

Anyway, the film was stunning. It was difficult to swallow...very mired in its all new (black and white) world, and it took some time to get into it. Great performances, a clearly light budget, but amazing ingenuity in special effects--particular attention should be paid to the "space travel" moments. Extremely minimal, but brilliant in setting up each scene. It reminded me a bit of The Who's Tommy, The Rocky Horror Picture Show (it was also a psuedo musical), with a dash of David Lynch. It was mesmerizing. It follows an astronaut (the interior of his spaceship looks like a dank hotel room; complete w/ gaudy wallpaper) as he flies to an outpost on Mars to take on a task. I'll leave out the details to save the story, but also, if I wrote it out, you'd be hard pressed to believe it. It's crazy. The first musical number is hilarious and jaw-dropping...just from its wackiness. I won't say more, but I recommend that you take a look. Surreal, wild and inventive. It was a great exercise to watch it, knowing that so much can be gotten from so little.

Well, I best see if I can get some writing done. But how can I when Kenny Roger's race car gem, Six Pack is on the tellie? That's the age old question, isn't it?