Saturday.

4:10 p.m. Applied to a total of 8 jobs so far today. Feeling a bit down today.

Going to the gym. Need to fight the fat again. Returning to the novel later today.

Joined an online dating site, nymag.howaboutwe.com. Interesting set-up. Flipped through the date matches. Or the dates proposed by matches. And the general pop. of the members. Things are getting pretty desperate - or modern, however you look at it. I kind of want a boyfriend/man/boy wonder/superhero boytoy/awesome husband to snuggle with already. Fast forward through years into the relationship, like Liz Lemon, and get to the part where you're completely comfortable around each other, and everybody goes to bed without anybody trying any funny business. Except, maybe a little bit of funny business.

Now Sunday. 1:05 a.m. 827 words.

Worked on an old screenplay. Added a few new characters in on scene. Need to stop dicking around and get at least my first completed rough draft done. Story needs more conflicts. Built-up plot in the story line. So far feels like fragmented events that don't really lead to anything.

Need to get my shit together for this national novel writing month project, too. Been procrastinating too much. Time to get down to business tomorrow.