Mobility if you please

It’s decided: I’m not getting out of my pajamas today.

Fuck it.

I can’t very easily leave the house anyway.

There’s that word: house. Yes, the house. What to do about the house?

Yesterday, I found my house. It’s perfect. It’s so me, it’s ridiculous. It’s mine if I want it. I have to decide w/in the next four hours.

The house is in Fairfax, CA, a sleepy little hippie town that’s an easy 30-minute commute into the city (San Francisco). It’s two blocks down from my friends/family.

I had one of the best weekends of my life. It was glorious.

But do I commit to a rent of this magnitude?
Am I jumping the gun?
Am I resisting if I don’t go for it?

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As a fun & added bonus, I’m on crutches now.
I need to stop moving now.
I need to get centered now.
I need to take care of myself now.
I need to write this TV pitch now.

I’m meeting with (new feature) Producer on thurs to download everything from meeting with Original Writer.

I have a huge series of calls on the TV Show this week: huge calls.

I have a photo shoot for MoveOn on Wednesday.

After a few days of over-exertion on a sprained ankle topped off with a not-exactly-easy travel day, I can barely stand up on my own.

Hmmm, how am I going to hold onto my camera? Damn it. I need to get a higher res camera.

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Oooh!!! So I do have to leave the house today: new Air & Arcade fire. Sorry foot/ankle, it’s just gotta happen.

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And then there’s the walking. Walking is a ginormous part of my writing.

Walking is a huge part of my decision making process.

I have to write this pitch this week.

I have to decide on this house today.

And I am immobilized.

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Clever move, Universe…