Where last week felt like there was a perfect storm of shit that has been piling up due to a combination of continuing to live this freelance lifestyle, and poor financial planning after my unemployment ran out, this week felt like it went pretty smooth.

Not only did I get the opportunity to work on the film 7 Minutes for enough days to pay the rent, but I also landed a gig for this coming weekend that will pay for most of next month’s rent, and I also landed a gig in July that will cover another month’s worth of living this lifestyle.

I think I can officially add Seasonal Affective Disorder to my list of disorders, but not due to the amount of sunlight I get. Work normally dries up around Thanksgiving and picks up again around March or April. During this seasonal downtime… I not only have to deal with my usual stressors but have to cope with possible giving up on the only job I ever not only enjoyed but look forward to going to, most of the time anyway.

I know that these stressors are getting to me because last night I woke up to a bright light and crazy noises, and thought I was dying.

Okay… the light wasn’t that bright, but the noises were crazy and confusing. I bolted up from deep REM sleep to the seated position and stared down the Firby that my mom gave me for Christmas as a joke. That thing has been asleep for several months now, so it took me way longer than it should have to figure out what it was.  There was a genuine moment of hesitation when I feared that going into the light created by this monster’s glowing eye to investigate would send me to the other side.

Looking back, I’ve come up with the theory that the reason I thought I was dying at the site of this glowing rambling ball was that I, again, put off watching Southland Tales until deadline day.

Hear me out.

Throughout the movie… there are these glowing balls that seem to be a beacon to tell the Rock that he's on the right path, and that path leads toward the end of the world. That’s my theory or at least the theory I came up with this morning when I questioned why I had that reaction.

It’s probably more likely due to the fact that this last batch of “medicine” has led to some pretty intense dreams.

Intense dreams are awesome!

It’s now 3:00 in the pm on Tuesday, June 4th and I’m about to fire up the Cannes Cut of Southland Tales for this week’s review.

I’ll admit it now; I don’t have high hopes that I’ll have any new insight about the movie this week.

And I’m back.

I was right.

Though this was another relaxing viewing of the film, I think I burned through all my insights. Though I am excited for two reasons:

1. I think I have a clue as to whether or not the lady, at the beginning who shoots the camera with the water gun, is acting or not. My theory being that she’s looking at the camera when she shoots it with the water gun, then looks off to the side to apologize, way too far off to the side to be the camera operator. So, unless this amateur home video guy had an assistant, this lady really thought she messed something up.

2. I have my idea for a game for next week’s review!

See you then!!!