Friday 27 February 1998

Boy, what an example why this journal stuff never works and writing about the movies never works and working doesn’t work and nothing works. I’m really tired and kind of stressed out from being near the day of moving. How many trips have I made to my new house in the car already, and how many more to go? What movies have we seen and were any really that good? I’m just burnt out on everything, and sick of everything. Oh—I talked to Mark Keffer on the phone the other night—he lives in NYC—Brooklyn—talked about painting. He’s going to take a year and just paint. Go into debt, etc., it’s inspiring. I have to think about that, and not all these little things that depress me. Big things—painting, don’t worry about money. Think about that.