i happened to confirm that i was a monster. film making, blue eyed monster.
it's pretty bad, if you think of it.
it's not that bad, if you don't think of it. thinking of stuff makes you go mental, they should have combs that you can comb the things IN your head, as well as on the surface.
i haven't been to the cinema for more than a week now. i'm beign to feel anxious. that is an illness of some sort.
i should be doing the only thing i can be doing: films. i should. i can never be forgiven if i try to do anyhing else.
this Wednesday my film's being screened at Manchester Exposures. cool. i was supposed to go, but i couldn't in the end.
- my colouring of Will Anderson's drawing, since he's scared of colour.
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