Sure.

This is John Fisher’s fault. #rip #rickey

Turn seven to a fourteen. Fourteen to a whole thing. Just spent too much money on the Marathon shop. Included in the purchase; three vinyl records, which, despite being in-between record players at the moment, I'm really excited to own.

“But what we really learned was Black Friday was not a day, but rather a state of being. It was inside of us, all along.”

Excerpt from my memoirs- “I bought that zero down: a life well spent” coming next summer.

Read the first script I actually completed this morning. Found a draft with a name I didn’t recognize so naturally I gotta see what’s what. It was terrible. But also way better than what I produce now. Just super loose and fun. Prompted a sprint during nap time netting the first new work in months.

Drake is the corniest human of all time.

The way this would make every single boomer parent froth with curious excitement.

Anyone care to guess whether or not this instruction has been abided by?

I left twitter when wannabe crypto-nazi Ralph Wiggum bought the place and have, apparently, seriously missed a lot of the #screenwriters I followed there. Genuinely exciting to see so many familiar handles.