My digestive system is functioning normally again. Hooray! Except now I have to actually go to the gym again. I have sworn off the dirty little WeHo 24 Hour Fitness that charges $4.75 for parking, but the other option is the Arclight one, which offers a garage that charges $2 and smells menacingly of KFC and McDonalds.
I've only got 12 more days of work until our 17-day break, which is exciting. And it's almost time to start eating and drinking all the gifts that People Who are Important Enough to Receive Gifts don't want. I can almost taste the DeLuscious cookies now. Sure, I snark, but I actually love the holiday season...and I don't just mean the paid vacation. It's the music, the parties, the shiny things, the various yueltide Snoopys I have to keep myself from buying at CVS. I guess maybe it's that it's all comfortable and familiar, but since it only comes around once a year, we don't get sick of it. Like how on Halloween I get so psyched to eat candy corn, until my stomach is regretfully sore and I never want to see the shit again. Yet somehow every year, I get psyched again...
I also hope to finish the feature I'm working on over the break. I've got an outline/treatment and about 20 pages at the moment. My current method of progress is to remember that it's just a first draft. I can add in jokes and polish character descriptions later. I think you have to start with a really solid story and just get it out there first.
So I'm going to go work on that right now.