A while ago, I think I mentioned movies I was excited to see in the near and far-away future. One of these is The Smoker, to be directed by Richard Linklater and starring Natalie Portman and, of course, Owen Wilson (though please see prior entry: that’s not where my interest began, honest). Well, yay, I found a link to the story online, at newyorker.com. Neat. It says a lot for the story that it starts with a dislike of Hunter S. Thompson and yet, I still reallllly liked it.
I am procrastinating homework that I really shouldn’t be dreading. That’s right, tomorrow I have to turn in my short story for my Fiction Writing class… and I have no story, as of yet, to turn in. Suddenly I understand a little better why some people didn’t take the time to spell check. Gurgle. Sigh. Blah.