I reor­ga­nized my room today, essen­tially on a whim. I had been mean­ing to vac­uum for quite some time, and decided today I would actu­ally do it. And I got to thinking…well as long as I'm vac­u­um­ing, I might as well move every­thing and "deep-vacuum". Ten hours later, the deep vac­uum has ren­dered a com­pletely redesigned room floor­plan as well as a newly-purchased six foot book­shelf, for my grow­ing DVD col­lec­tion. Every­thing looks quite nice. A lit­tle less clut­tered, a lit­tle more orga­nized. Less is more! I'll have to take pic­tures soon…

Speak­ing of DVDs, I have done approx­i­mately this much work on DVD­philer: zero. I've been feel­ing quite unmo­ti­vated with it, and don't really feel bad about that. After work­ing so much so fast on Troma Team Video, I may be a bit coded out. Methinks I'm gonna start eas­ing myself back into it soon, because I am excited about the pro­gram. Just gotta start slow…

I really don't like lying to people…makes me feel hor­ri­ble. But some­times a sit­u­a­tion warrants.…eh.…different mea­sures, no? And the way I look at it, it's not a lie… and never was. Like I told Mike the other day, I've learned a lot from doing this par­tic­u­lar job for so long. You're part sales­man and part magi­cian. Mis­di­rec­tion, my friends.

I real­ize that was a bit cryp­tic, but that's not with­out its pur­pose. I'm sure that all will be explained within the next sev­eral months. I'll have to tell at some point, I suppose.

Talked to Lloyd a few days ago. He wants me to arrange some appear­ances and screen­ings here in CO this win­ter to pro­mote "Make Your Own Damn Movie". That'll be cool, if it works out, that is…Every time I've tried to sched­ule apper­ances and events for him around here, some­thing has always fucked up. I put in a call yes­ter­day to the Mayan The­atre in Den­ver. They've been good to us in the past, so here's hop­ing. Keep fin­gers crossed until then…

I hate it when I can't let things go. There's noth­ing more inter­nally annoy­ing than when the lit­tle voice in the back of your head reminds you of less than insignif­i­cant things that you should have never let bother you in the first place, but you did.…until it became a haunting.

All ratio­nal parts of my per­son­al­ity tell me that these lit­tle trin­kets of (mis)information and worth­less unan­swered ques­tions are sim­ply that: worth­less. But every once in a while (much more often than I'd like), they pop into my mind, slic­ing through oth­er­wise happy thoughts.

Yeah, that's kinda how it feels. I imag­ine that even­tu­ally I'll get so sick of let­ting my mind con­jure those things that they will bury them­selves into the deep recesses of my psy­che, never to be heard from again. I can't wait for that moment of clar­ity, haha.

Had a long phone con­ver­sa­tion with Indi last­nite, which was fun. I needed to vent a bit, but he needed to much more than I, so I was just glad I could be there for him…

It's really amaz­ing to me that most peo­ple seem to for­get a sim­ple fact, which is that one of the best ways to truly learn about a per­son is to just talk…about some­thing, noth­ing — doesn't mat­ter. You really do learn more by lis­ten­ing; it helps a lot. Plus, it was just so funny. I don't even know how the con­ver­sa­tion veered into that direc­tion, but appar­ently if Indi and I were the last two peo­ple on the planet, he wouldn't have sex with me. I think he even went so far as to say that he would cement his arse just to pre­vent the pos­si­bil­ity. Ha! I don't have a prob­lem with this, of course, what with my being straight and all, but it seems I'm not good enough to be gay with? Well fine! Guess I'll just have to stick with women. Oh well, I wasn't plan­ning for a change, anyway.