So I've decided that I'm causing myself brain damage. Not the "smash it against a wall" kind of damage, but rather the "fill it so full of good and stimulating things that shit starts to fall out" kind of damage.

Here's what I'm dealing with: I'm working on two film projects at once, transitioning into a totally new work routine, taking on a partner who will run and eventually own my business, and also looking for a new place to live in LA. Everything on this list is awesome. But the sum of these items is greater than the regular volume of my brain.

Two days ago, I found a dry cleaning ticket that is almost two months old. And it's not for a sweater, or a scarf, or something I never wear. It's for two Italian suits that cost an embarrassing amount of money. That same morning, I locked my keys in my car. Today, I damn near ran out of gas. Seriously. My car was coughing and lurching. Who runs out of gas in a city with pumps every 250 yards?

I'm telling you... it's brain damage.
(And this little blog stop in procrastination station isn't helping, either!)

The good shit in my life is taking over the brain space dedicated to every day life functions. I gotta get a handle on things before more essential tools get pushed out of my head.

I need an assistant. Or an act of Congress to extend the day to 32, or maybe even 36 hours. Or perhaps a clone: two of me would be good, too.

In the meantime, forgive the neglected e-mails or the flaky behavior. I should have all of my brain back soon...