Love You All

Well...

I went to Fathers Office II in Los Angeles today. Had a Chimay and an Office Burger and split shortly after finishing both. I always get buzzed pretty quick after one beer at F.O., I don't know what it is.

But I get depressed, sleepy from the beer there. It's like quaffing cough syrup.

It was sweet just going there and checking the place out for the first and final time. Yeah, don't think I'll go back again.

I dug checking the joint out at its new Helms Bakery location. I saw a new Let's Be Frank hot dog stand. A much bigger cart then I saw last time. Adults and children were enjoying dogs outside the cart and sitting in a small alcove of benches and trees. I thought about trying one since I figured I wouldn't be back here anytime soon. Or ever.

But it made me a bit sad going there to Father's Office II. And why? Well, I finished my film. I finally sent all the countless deliverables to the distributor last week. And it seems everything is in order. All is well. And the film will be finally released later this year. I've spoken via e-mail to the vice president in charge of the deliverables and seemingly everything is fine. They even sent me an e-mail form for me to fill out that they were forwarding to the sales people for the release of the film. The form needed to be filled out with the film's tagline, selling points, etcetera. I accomplished the impossible. I finished this film. Got everything done and shipped to the distributor. And lived to tell about it. And lately I've been praying (hopefully not in vain) for God to send me a great girlfriend and to give me some great sex and to send me a woman to make me as happy as the ultra sexy saxaphone love theme from Blade Runner makes one feel. I just want the normal happiness that most citizens of Earth get to know. Am I too much of a bitter bastard for something such as that? Is this new fantasy female meant to be? We shall see, we shall see...