Boy, what an example why this journal
stuff never works and writing about the movies never works and
working doesn't work and nothing works. I'm really tired and kind of
stressed out from being near the day of moving. How many trips have I
made to my new house in the car already, and how many more to go?
What movies have we seen and were any really that good? I'm just
burnt out on everything, and sick of everything. Oh—I talked to
Mark Keffer on the phone the other night—he lives in
NYC—Brooklyn—talked about painting. He's going to take a year and
just paint. Go into debt, etc., it's inspiring. I have to think about
that, and not all these little things that depress me. Big
things—painting, don't worry about money. Think about that.
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