Again, even when I try to go to bed at a reasonable hour, I can't sleep.  So I'm awake again, staring at the computer with nothing to do.  I really think it's that I have a lot of pent-up creative energy that I would otherwise be expending on the screenplay, but as I have no idea where to go with it at the moment (I only know that it has to go somewhere) and I'm waiting for Joey's feedback, I'm stuck.  I don't even want to look at it, or any of my notes.  Maybe distance is a good thing.

It probably explains why I've been writing in this thing non-stop for the past few weeks.

I started reading Eat, Pray, Love.  My mom loaned it to me.  This will be the second book about a spiritual journey that I've read this year; the other was The Year of Living Biblically, which Logan gave me, and I quite enjoyed that.  The difference between them, at least that I can see after reading 30 pages of EPL, is that the author of  TYoLB started it out as kind of a stunt - not irreverent, but with low expectations, I guess; that was what made it so surprisingly moving.  EPL, on the other hand, seems to be a very reverent spiritual journey about finding God.

I don't want to find God.  I don't believe there is a God to find.  I'm perfectly happy in my agnostic little world.  I guess there's a part of me that's afraid I'm going to read this book and I'm going to have this unwanted epiphany and all these years of coming to terms and being at peace with my lack of faith will suddenly mean squat.

I'm overreacting, I know.  My mom said it was a good book (then again, so did Charleen, and she's a little...um...out there, shall we say).  I'm liking it so far.  So we'll see.


I am in love with this song.