525,600 minutes

Back to work after the holiday weekend. I fucking forgot how to do my job. I am sitting here staring at my computer screen. I almost forgot how to retrieve my voicemail. No joke. For the first time ever, I have zero meetings scheduled for today. I can catch up on stuff, like maybe actually balancing my budget. I have a budget of 20 grand that I take care of, and up until now, I haven’t been recording anything that was spent. I’m awesome.

Enought work talk. Yesterday I saw Rent. Oy vey. For a movie adaptation, it was hellacious. I am sore from cringing and clenching through the whole thing. Chris Columbus can’t direct for shit- he just films exact interpretations of the script (i.e. the first two Harry Potter films).

-Rosario Dawson- awful. Gross. And can they get her a better looking weave?
-Roger looks rough. It was funny to see a guy who looks about 40+ playing a young bohemian.
-wtf was with “What You Own”? Was is a fucking Creed video?
-It is funny to see the East Village protrayed as a poor, run down place. Now it is filled with yuppies with 8,000/month rent
-Ugly set. Didn’t look like New York- but props for putting Mars Bar on the street. But HELLO, IT’S NOT ON AVENUE A.
-Ok, I’ll admit, I did get a bit teary during “Will I”, one of my favorite songs.
-Here’s a secret: I knew every word to every song.