I’ve got turkey in my belly and tryptophan in my blood stream. Filled in the cracks with pumpkin pie and ice cream. It doesn’t get much better than this.
I think Thanksgiving is made for laziness. This year my old man’s been buying a bunch of flicks from the previously-viewed bin at his local Blockbuster, flicks I was half interested in seeing but not worth going out of my way to catch at the theater, so I’ve suctioned my ass to the couch to watch some of them. So far it’s been Dragon Wars, Max Payne, and right now Bangkok Dangerous (American version), with some James Bond marathon action from the SyFy Channel in between. Might squeeze in Babylon A.D. before the night is out, too.
B movies are great: the kids can make all kinds of noise and it doesn’t matter because I’m just in it for the action.
It hasn’t been a complete lazy day, though. This morning I got up and hit the next day in the 100 Pushups program. May as well take advantage of the protein in the turkey I’d be sucking down, and do something to offset the calories I’d be slurping up. I gave some thought to a karate workout, but then my brother rang the breakfast bell. My family makes some killer cheesy eggs, and the Wife brought Amish cinnamon bread, so my stomach trumped my sense of fitness.
No writing yet, but I’ve got the laptop at hand and the kids have stopped climbing on me. I’ll probably tap on this script a bit before I crash for the night. We’ve got another lazy day lined up tomorrow, which I intend to take advantage of and get this thing as close to finished as possible. If things go according to plan, I’ll be able to turn in a first draft by Sunday night and prepare for another project.
In the meantime, back to the flick. Nicolas Cage is shooting people.