I need to get out of here.
After recently wandering out of the muggy and cloudlike state that holiday consumption of rich, free food and 300% more alcohol per week than usual, I kind of realised that it’s time I hightailed it back to York.
Now, I’ve gotten some work done here, made great progress on the screenplay redrafting, in fact. But remember when I said I wanted to get it done by the new year?
Yeah. Can’t exactly ask 2013 to hold off for a few more days.
The thing with being in Scarborough is that it inspires a unique idleness in you (an infamously idle fellow in the first place) that results from a lack of responsibility and an overabundance of free food and old movies on tap that can usually only be broken by a drastic shift in equilibrium like the death of a former teacher or, say, moving back to the town where you actually get shit done.
I reached this realisation some time on Thursday around 3am in local hive of scum and villainy Vivaz as I failed to get drunk enough to null my senses to the point of being unaware that I have fewer friends left in this town than morons who want to pull me into their insipid self-made dramas as though we were anything more than former classmates who are even vaguely aware of one another’s lives in between jaunts back to the swamp.
[I get homesick in the worst way.]
A lot of which turns up thematically in the movie, coincidentally, so my grief is offset by the rationalisation that “it’s all research”.
Regardless: I’m Yorkward bound as of tomorrow, and I’ll be damned if I haven’t got this draft licked in a week’s time.
I’ll let you know if I make it over the fence.