A friend called me this Wednesday when I was in a lab and invited me to go eat dinner at her house. I knew what this was about, but I went anyway. After the spaghetti, we talked about me and things, I think my last post freaked her out a bit, too. It is nice to know I have support from friends. Yet in a way, I am tired of having to talk to people. I guess that is where I am right now: tired.
On a different (and yet not so different) note, I actually started writing a movie, after months of ideas, but no typing. Well, last night I actually started writing an outline and to my suprise the thing I ending up a bit longer than I thought it would be. I was expecting a 15 minute thing, but if this keeps going, it could end up around 30 minutes. The movie will be a bit controversial, I guess and I haven’t actually decided if I want to make it. I want the story told, but I don’t know if I am ready for the personal reprecussions of it. The story is quite personal.
sigh.