Yesterday I sat here all day, and I wrote only 126 words on the final scene (the sixth) of "The Cats of River Street (1925)." This morning, I realized it was a false start, those words, and almost all of them will be cut out.
Last night, we watched the new episode of Defiance. The game might have been a bust, but the actual series has become one of my favorite things on television. We also watched Lucky McKee's 2013 remake of his 2001 film, All Cheerleaders Die. We loved it. It's not often you get a funny, campy cheerleader zombie film with a warm and fuzzy lesbian zombie crazy Wiccan bullshit ending.
And I think that's all for now.
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