Yeah, it's Thanksgiving. This year we ordered from our friendly neighborhood Genuardi's (a popular if strike-prone NJ supermarket). Anyhoo, we ordered everything from them instead of making it ourselves. The wife and I assumed they'd have it all pre-cooked so we could just heat the shit up and voila! Dinner! Not so, everything's gotta be cooked anyway, and now I'm as annoyed as Georgie Bush looking for a way out of an awkward news conference.
I guess we could have worse problems.
Nothing new on the screenplay front this week. Waiting to hear from a couple contests I've entered, and have jumped into a cool, fun new script I started writing last week and already hit into page 40+. Damn I love that.