Oh, man.
Spinning my wheels and staring down the blank page today, trying to find the door that leads to the end of the play.
Goddamn.
I'll never confuse what I do with actual hard work, manual labor or air traffic controlling, say, but somedays it's a bitch.
Ann gets the picture, Rosie stares out the window, dreaming of lost scorecards...
And now, back to work.
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if you're writing for kill me now, just make sure nikki and rita get all the funny lines will ya. the really freakin hilarious ones. good luck to ya.
Looking for the door to the end? No, brother. Take the window. Always the window.
X to the O. Love Yer Guts.
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