ITCHY

After making stupid decisions and degrading myself (or letting myself be degraded), despite my declaration that my directing career is temporarily on hiatus, I am having this really irritating and tempting itch to make my next short film - as soon as possible. What's worse is that I want this to be my best yet; and when I say best, I really mean it (I don't even use/had never used that word to describe my past works). And as I've mentioned before, I won't be making anything like Oneironauts for the next 3-5 years - which pretty much spices up my working atmosphere slash lightning rod imagination. In relation to that, 2/30 is just hanging around, floating and drifting inside my head; not unless I make a conscious effort to change the concept, that of love that is, to be able to utilize it and thus, finally giving in to this itch. I am totally effing clueless and I hate it. Perhaps I'd be better off as a voice actor for Pixar. I'm kidding you nincampoop.