Brick by Brick by Brick . . .

You go have fun tonight. Choose life.

I'll have fun tomorrow.

Or next week.

Or however long it takes for me to earn it.

I did not go out Wednesday night. Didn't have a drop of alcohol. Didn't make any great headway on my latest script draft. And yet, Thursday morning I still woke up too late to hit my narrow gym window before work. I am not pleased by this.

Weekday alarm gets set earlier from now on. Usually wake up before the alarm anyway. Fuck it.

I don't have forever to get my life together. I've got to work harder to get what I want.

I've been living at a lower standard of existence for too long now. It's fine. It's an inconvenience. But I refuse to make a life out of this.

Thursday's child is Sunday's clown.

I'm getting ready for all tomorrow's parties.