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I so want ice cream right now! But can't be bothered to go back out.
There is a tub of fudge ice cream in the freezer but it's not technically mine, so I'd feel guilty stealing it. Unless there's a law that says when people leave things in your freezer they're yours. I'd love that law about now.
And, actually, losing the contract on one of my pieces is a blessing only very thinly disguised. It needs a lot of work (it's about as close to satire as I feel comfortable doing), to get it really worthwhile, and they were looking to rush it into production (to avoid the strike, funny enough). It's my 'the guy we all dated/used-to-be at some point, and would rather forget' piece. And I'm being too nice to that guy, in the script as it is. He can just be a clueless ass about things. It is, in fact, funnier, when he is, so I just need to take the time and force myself to write that. |
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