treatmenting and desking

I would like to believe I completed my treatment for my Sam Cooke retro-concert film project. There's gotta be a better way to say that. Anyway, I've finished it, which means I can probably start working on the script. I'd much rather send it to a friend or two for a quick review. The tricky part about doing that is I feel it would help if whomever reading it would be familiar with the album it's based on. That way they could follow along with the events that's going on.

In any event, I sat here quietly tapping away the rest of the story that's been plotted in my head for the past few months to a year. I sat here typing as I listened to Sam Cooke singing the scenes I see in my head. Well I actually started out listening to The Rascals "Beautiful Morning" and "Groovin'" because those are the only songs I know from them and like. Plus, have you ever really listened to "Beautiful Morning" on a beautiful morning? It really sets the mood for the day.

I was tempted with food, which I easily succumbed to. I was also tempted with going out with friends, but I never left the chair since the text messaging kind've dwindled down. And I knew I had to be done by 10pm to catch Psych. So there was that... My grandmother made lasagna last night which I didn't eat because I was at a buffet. I had some tonight though. What is with her (and my family (and my friend Michelle)) trying to get me to eat hard boiled eggs? I do not like them at all! My grandmother put them in the lasagna! I never remembered her putting them in there before! What's the deal?! Come on!

I decided after finishing my treatment, to see what was going on over at IMDb.com and checked out Sam's board, which I haven't done in a while. I guess there are others trying to get a Sam Cooke pic off the ground. Specifically a biopic. I'm not trying to touch a biopic at this point in my career. I'm still a newbie and I'm not ready to take on the challenge of writing, directing, or even starring as my hero. I mean, I'd take up the challenge someday in life. Just not, like, tomorrow.

For the past couple of days I've been working out my desk, getting used to it, since I'll be here a lot more often soon. The thing I'm missing is a chair.

I borrowed one from the dining room. I was using this tiny one before that will killing every piece of my butt like you wouldn't believe. I'm mean I'm a thin guy, so I thought I could handle it. I was severely mistaken. Wedgies galore. This chair is better, but it's not my style. No cracks at it's design, my mother will hunt you down.

I neglected to mention my shelf. The reason why? At the time, it wasn't built. I wasn't going to build it until my hand healed after building the desk, but I gave in. It was a bit easier than the desk, since I realized how to screw in the thread cutting screws. It still hurted like you wouldn't believe since my hand was already sore. So I wrapped a sock around the screwdriver that caused me so much trouble. And yes, that is the 2nd season of Psych you see on the shelf next to the jar of salted peanuts. I'm not 100% sure where it's going and 85% sure it'll be used to store empty DVD cases... since the DVDs live in a house all their own.

Hey look! It's my Silver Station, iPizzle, my watch, my Hard Rock cafe arm bracelet thingy, phone charger, chain necklace, a coaster, an empty cup and some instruction manuals for the lamps lighting this image!