Busy days, busy nights. I feel like a ghost on fast-forward. Maybe I should live in a slightly smaller town where there’s slightly less going on.
This week, film festival. My technician’s pass gets me into all the movies. I watched movies to the point where they’ve started to blur together. Also working at the Marquee, with all the debauchery involved in hanging around that place. I’m playing there Friday night.
On sunny days, I take my iBook to Victoria Park to do some writing. I type a couple paragraphs and then doze off.
There’s a lot I’ve got to get out.
“Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.”
I thgouht taht was anmaizg.