Stacy Horn

A day full of movies. How long has it been since I’ve done that? I used to occasionally spend the day at the movies. I’d go to one after another all day long. I think it usually amounted to three movies, sometimes four.

My future is just one big question mark. I have no project lined up, no job, no income, and it will probably work itself out, I’ll get a book contract or something, but right now I just have NOTHING. It’s scary. And when I look around for jobs just so I’ll feel better, that there’s a Plan B out there for me somewhere just in case, I find absolutely NOTHING.

Here’s a picture looking up at the Municipal Archives Building (where I would love to work).

In the picture below? I wish I had done a better job, because I just loved the artistry in this ironwork.

I broke down and turned on the ac today, and I’m going to keep it on tonight because I just want one night of sleep where I feel cool.

As you can see, the birds have finally discovered the bird feeder. But, as I suspected, it’s been torture for the birds and the cats ever since. There have been moments though, when the birds can eat in peace, when the cats are sleeping in the other room, so all and all I’d say it’s a good thing. I got some actions shots and a short video at the end!

BIRD: Oh! What’s this?

BIRD: Let’s get a closer look here.

BIRD: Okay, so here I am.

FINNEY: Oh yes. There you are.
BIRD: Eep.

If you listen closely you can hear Finney’s cry, which translates roughly to, “But I want to eat heem.”

I go back and forth. Of course both are true and everything in-between, but one of my favorite ways to get a “people are great” glow is to read Post Secret. It just makes me love us and our incredibly vulnerable but strong ways.

Big Bang Theory Catch-Up Progress Report: I’m up to episode 12, Season 1.

I took this picture the other week at a World Trade Center tour I did support for.

But it’s, I forget the block, east of City Hall Park, J&R-ish area. Anyway it’s NYC and apparently I barely know where I am when I’m walking around shooting.

Oh I so do not feel like working. I feel like going to the movies and buying myself presents and puppies. And eating pizza.

I woke up at around 3am and couldn’t get back to sleep and watched about 3/4 of Under the Tuscan Sun, which I loved and now I want to see the whole thing. What a sweet movie.

But now I’m tried as a result and don’t want to work.

Maybe I should have a fun day. I should go out, use that gift coupon Karen got me (thank you Karen, I’ve been saving it for a rainy day) get a bunch of good food and hole up and watch Big Bang Theory episodes all day.

Oh yeah. Or I could get to work and do my exercises and reward myself later. It’s like I’ve got that angel on one shoulder, a devil on the other thing going.