I Just Made About 40 Short "Films"

Okay, I'll probably delete thirty-eight of them.

It's really just me talking to myself but I found it removed the anxiety of going out alone after dark.

I was supposed to just go to the thrift store and then Wally World.

First problem was my car froze back in place so I think I filmed myself panicking trying to rock with the car to get it to move.

I got out and kicked snow from around my tires until I got free.

That felt good.

Better than therapy.

Then my camera batteries died even though they're nicad and were in the charger for like two days.

This house is weird.

Electromagnetic anomalies. I tell you.

So I stopped at Radio Lab and bought some weird batteries so I could film at the thrift store and WW.

Now I'm back and I'm mentally drained from the experience of leaving the house.

I need to download.

Too much stimulation.

I only spent $2.01 at the thrift store for four items.

Bad night.

An elephant planter.

Little Fur Family.

By Margaret Wise Brown.

A throwback Buccaneers glass for Lee (old NFL logo...sexier one).

One other item.

I can't remember.

I hate when this happens.

I forget friggin everything.

Something.

There.

Dru is so confused because Lee is starting work an hour late tonight.

Generally, Dru has Lee's schedule figured out very well.

He's usually smarter than I am because sometimes I take my cue from him when he goes down to the front door to await Lee's arrival.

He looks at me with disdain like, "You didn't even know. Did you? Amateur."

Yes, Dru. But I can open the refrigerator for myself. And open a tin can by myself if I want tuna.

So there. In your triangular face.