I feel a lack of motivation tonight. I watched this past Thursday's "The Office" and laughed really really hard. And then went to my room and fell on my bed from exhaustion. I suddenly thought a lot about many things. Among the many was my script idea I've been lucky enough to develop into a coherent brainstorm. I got in a really great mood, came back to my computer and began making an Imix to listen while writing dialogue for my new idea, which I will go ahead and reveal the title as "Somatic." I developed the idea similarly to that of Fixation. First a title, then characters, and build a story off of that. Well, after making a list of music which took a long time, including downloading a few new tunes in order to add as well, and I suddenly grew tired after all the effort. So, I went into my room, grabbed my dream journal and began writing out my dream from the other night so I could write down the one I had last night, which involved running really fast through a train station/White hall (Emory). But after a few lines of the dream from the other night, I grew tired once again. Lynn then called to ask why I haven't seen them since their return (which was yesterday). I told her how mom and Jan were in town and I wanted to eat lunch with them. I left Amy out, because I knew that she'd jump all over that, but anyways, she got all upset and said, "You always eat lunch with them over us." After hearing that statement, I just violently laughed in my mind. It's a retarded saying. I mean retarded literally, because a normal person knows that I do not always "prefer" to eat lunch with them over dad and Lynn. Actually, you know what, a retarded person would probably know that. Lynn, on the other hand... And so after this I just felt lethargic and put my journal down, ate some lasagna, and here I am now. I want to take my emotions out in painting, like something that conveys the lack of motivation and creativity and into something motivational and creative. And so, now I'm thinking about watching John Cassavetes' "Faces" for inspiration. At least then, maybe in the morning, I'll be able to develop something. I hate feeling like this, so pathetic and useless. Time for a movie and sleep.