A Day of Good Intentions

I woke up to have a shower and work on my script, but instead I listened to music and played solitaire. Then I was meant to have a meeting about said script, but the other party was nowhere to be found, so I looked for a croissant (in vain). Then Emily and I planned to go on an historic walk, but it was cold and raining, so we fucked off to a pub.

Des, I have lost the pink gloves. They have fallen out of my pocket. Alternatively, I have misplaced them and not lost them at all. But I think they are lost. This is a consequence of wearing things every day, particularly when your pockets have holes in them and the buttons are falling off your coat and your backpack is about to split and the lining of your shoes is mostly made of gaffer tape. But I am sorry, because I loved those gloves. They were my favorites.

I am sorry also that I haven't written more, but I have been busy with filming, and with people telling me I was right all along, which I suppose should be more satisfying than it is, only I already knew I was right all along and it would have been better to have been listened to in the first place. In any case, I am fairly happy and extremely busy.