Before he left for the airport, Big Bro put up my pole. Pretty darn exciting. The painter saw it and laughed jovially about us Hollywood freaks doing the darndest things. But of course he still took a spin on it. No one can resist the fun of the pole. Now I just need to lose a little weight and gain a little arm strength so I can climb it like my petite Ssss Sistahs.
It was great to have Bri and my nieces here. Kind of fun to have a two-day visit. Felt decadent, especially since school started for them today. We watched Kung Fu Hustle and Boondock Saints, which were both very fun.
Last night I took the first ten pages of my third/fourth draft of a script into class. Everything went great in the feedback (rythm, dialogue, characters, tranisitions all great)...until someone noticed now my inciting incident was happening offscreen. God damn it. Don't you hate when the floor drops out under you like that? Back to the drawing board. Wendall said not to fret, that she didn't intuitively get structure for years either. Aarrrrgh.