I had looked into at Woking. The earth all round it had splashed under that

This is one of those weeks when my job is unbearable. It's not even that anything terrible is happening, per se. It's just the mundaneness (mundanaity?) that is getting to me. And I can feel my spirit draining from my pores, down my leg and into the carpet, leaving a vague feeling of emptiness. It makes me want to do whatever is necessary to get Plight made and get out of here. But it's hard to do that. It's hard to get beyond the feeling of soul drainage. I started letters to several of mine and Meep’s influences today and forwarded some of the more complete ones on to Meep to be sweetened. We will do what we did with Simon and Edgar and send them treatments along with these letters. It's all a huge long shot and obviously, there's a good chance we will be absolutely on our own with making this film. But we HAVE to make it anyway, because my life depends on it. I think Meep feels that way too (if not more so, because in the battle of “who's job is more soul-sucking, Meep always wins). So today my emotions embody a strange combination of complacency and motivation. Desperation and stoicism. Fear and acceptance. Whatever it is, I am THIS close to taking a week off to just work on getting people interested in Plight. Unless I can figure out a way to do it all from here…Or maybe I just REALLY need a fucking week off.