Blah

Everybody gets a blah day, and this is mine. I totally sucked in piano class, after doing the piece fine here at home. No energy, minor depression, feeling rootless and disconnected. Watched Dead Poets Society, which remains a fine film. The screenwriter's agent on first reading it: "This is the best thing you've ever written. I don't think I can sell it." The very mantra of Hollywood! Fortunately, the agent did sell it, though it took him many years.

If I print out my screenplay draft, the day will be even more positive. Then start getting into it tomorrow. Blah.