I’m eating peanut candy while I wait for Laura to get out of the bathroom. I need to take a shower, a warm one. I have a new script in mind, but it’s missing the main conflict of the story. I pieced together some situations leading to some other situations, but I need to know what is driving the character, or driving me to write it. It is a love story, not a happy one, but still beautiful. Juan writes: Entretemps, j’embrasse ta folie! I say: J’ embrasse la folie des autres, at least for now, or until the new priorities are settled in and we slow the pace.

I'm mad.