May 24, 2004
11:45am Monday

THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH WINE YOU CAN DRINK IN ONE LIFE

I'm trying to sell my G4 on ebay and it's not going very well. This of course was the biggest risk when buying the G5 -- my whole strategy was to pay for the new one in large part by selling the old. Uh-oh.

This totally cracked me up, that someone would take the time to write "Hi My Name Is Yo Mama" really big on a handball court. The youth of today are clever!

We went to Bakersfield this weekend and ran around one of the local high schools where the aforementioned graffiti was captured, and also where Paul drank out of drity outdoor water faucets. We also walked through some houses under construction because it's what my dad loves to do and it was his birthday, and also the apple didn't fall too fall from the tree because I kind of love to do it too. And lately the moving-to-the-Bay-Area talk has been ramping up, and sometimes it seems that ninety percent of my life is spent talking about houses. Imagine if I'd put all this energy into writing screenplays?

Moving away from Los Angeles would be a big, big deal. It would be the end to one chapter and the beginning of a quite different one. I mean in theory a person can write screenplays and make films and maybe even sell them no matter where they live, I know it's happened once or twice, but just not very often for various reasons. But I cannot switch my head away from the fact that leaving LA and moving North and having babies will just be the end. Obviously it's only the end if I make it the end, but I think the whole domestic shift will be too much to overcome. Plus, I'm one of those crazy ladies who thinks that once you have a kid you gotta devote yourself to it and that it becomes more important than everything else. Rob Reiner would be proud.

Speaking of babies, I've been reading some "mom blogs" and they're scaring the hell out of me. The infertility thing scares me, which I'm totally planning on being, and the amount of work that goes into raising a kid, and the sleepless nights (goodbye eight hours, goodbye) and it's just a 180-degree life change. I'm not saying anything new here, I know. And I'm probably not ready, is what all this means. So please tell my gynecologist to stop yelling at me to get started.