DUNCE!

the agent rejected the script. so now you know what not to bring up the next time you see me. (add it to the list.)

i guess it would have been too easy if the agent had liked the script. you can't depend on a lottery ticket. or at least *i* can't depend on a lottery ticket. not this year. (unless it's sponsored by shirley jackson.) i have to do everything the hardest way possible.

i know that rejection is part of the game -- repeated, bludgeoning rejection -- but it's always hard to shake. the renewed self-doubt. the shame. the mourning.

the "good" news is that i ain't working tomorrow, in the interest of using up vacation days before i lose them. four days of sulking, here i come! outta my way, fuckwads!!!