Antichristmas

These things happen in cycles. Perhaps I'll be visited by three ghosts on Christmas Eve and renew my faith in the world and the essential good of handicapped children.

Doubtful.

And yet, I'm feeling strangely optimistic about life, the universe, everything. Probably because I'm nearing the end of the rough-rough first draft of my script.

Been to a series of social events this week, yet feel more antisocial than ever.

Next year, the sea change progresses. But every day matters till then. I don't even want to think about New Year's Eve... elephant in the room, i'nit?