Today I woke up at 2:30am and could not fall back asleep so I ate some mixed nuts (Macadamia, Cashew, & Pecans). I then started editing a trailer for a documentary and made some good progress. I then made an egg pan fried with Irish butter and an English muffin. I edited some more and around 10am I went to Chic-Fil-a for their breakfast sandwich on a biscuit. I then eat as I drive to Hermosa Beach. I sit in front of the ocean and meditate for a little bit. I watch people walk by and think. There was an older man in yellow shorts that was walking around in circles. After that, as I'm walking to my car, a beautiful cat starts rubbing against my leg and I debate whether or not to pet it. It looks clean so I do and it rolls on it's back and I scratch it's belly and it scratches me and runs away. As I walk to my car I notice I'm bleeding. I think about something I read that cat owners have some sort of mutation in their brain that changes the way they think. I then think about how Stanley Kubrick owned and loved a lot of cats so I accepted my mutation because Stanley had it. I debate if I should call an animal shelter to ask what happens when a cat scratches you. I don't. I drive to South Bay Galleria and watch the 11:55am showing of Eli Roth's Green Inferno which has been delayed for almost a year because the distribution company went bankrupt or something. As I'm walking to the theatre, a Cinnabon woman gives me a sample of pink lemonade and tells me they're giving away free Cinnabons from 11am-1pm because it's their 30 year anniversary. I tell her I'd love to try one and walk away, forgetting it's 11:27am. I then realize my time mistake and get my free Cinnabon. I am standing in line for my ticket, Cinnabon in box in hand, and I ask a lone woman next to me what she's seeing. She says Green Inferno. She tells me about her friend who went to the premiere and saw the lead actress. I tell her about Cannibal Holocaust and how it was an inspiration for Green Inferno. Her boyfriend (I assume) appears and interrupts our conversation. He tells us how most modern horror movies are shit, how the 80s were the golden age of horror. I buy my ticket from a gay man and he flirts with me. I like it. I then take the escalator upstairs to the cinema (no stairs option). I hand my ticket to a man in a wheelchair and he says I cannot take my Cinnabon inside. I take three bites and throw it out. I go to the theatre, I am the first one at 11:45. I think I may be the only one attending except for the couple. People start trickling in and there ends up being about 30 people in attendance. Not bad, at 6.50 a ticket, the studio is making 3.25x30=97.50. Not bad for a 11:55 showing. This is the second day the film is in theaters and they have already made 1.5M on a 6M dollar budget, factoring in promotion, I estimate 12M total was spent on the film. The film starts out well, Sky Ferreira is the friend of the main actress. I think about how she was arrested for heroin. She looks like a drug user. She also looks like pure love, an open spirit. There's something beautiful about a 23 year old who is actively killing themselves, there's a truth to it that I admire. The film overall was not my thing, there was no underlying message of anything profound that I consciously picked up on. It was not very scary but at the parts where the college students are being eaten alive, I think about how I would act if I was in their shoes. I think I would give in to the pain of having my eyes ripped out from my head, accept it and transcend the pain into bliss. I am the last one to leave the theatre as I am most of the time, I stay until the credits finish. I leave and see the wheelchair guy, the gay guy, then the couple in the parking lot smoking. The boyfriend and I make eye contact as his girlfriend smokes a cigarette, overlooking the city. I drive home and receive a check for 238 dollars in the mail from The Los Angeles Court. I beat a traffic ticket by extending my court date and filing a Trial by Declaration. I grab a receipt for some nuts and head to Wells Fargo to deposit the check. The greater at the door notices I have grown a beard, "You've been growing, huh?" and makes a motion stroking his invisible beard. I say it's been a while. I deposit the check and the woman who is helping me gives me funny looks. I tell her the check was from a traffic ticket and she says she thought I worked at the court. I say one day maybe I will. I leave to Ralph's and exchange some mixed nuts that I bought three days previous that had no seal. They were the same kind as I mentioned previously. I then drive home and say hello to my family. My mother tells me she is reading a book for dummies about how to write screenplays. I tell her those books are good for people who want to sell scripts but not good for making art. She tells me that it just teaches basic stuff like 3-act structure. I say there's no correct way to write a screenplay and I wouldn't want my mind polluted with generic rules. This stems from my favorite films not following a 3-act structure, Kubrick's films, Only God Forgives, Under The Skin, The Holy Mountain, etc. I then surf the net and begin writing this post. A couple things I forgot to mention: after the cat scratched me, I took a Chic-Fil-A napkin and wiped off the blood. Then with a sharpie, I wrote "AIDS BLOOD" and thought about leaving it somewhere and watching people look at it. It's still in my car, a 2103 VW Jetta grey. The other thing I forgot to mention was I listened to the latest episode of Johnny Pemberton's Twisting the wind podcast which is very funny. I feel like he transcends inner consciousness. That was my day. I doubt if anyone will read this but it was fun to write. I love earwolf and I love you guys. Take care.