  Oh what a weird day. I bumped into Martin Scorsese as I got off an elevator in the editing building. I had to walk between him and somebody else to get where I was going, so I said, "excuse me," and he said, "sure. " Technically, I had dialogue with Scorsese. Later on I got dinner with a girl from work at Costa Del Sol and had octupus.
It was amazing. As we went home I realized I had the office men's room key. Just now I realized I left a felt tip pen in the pocket of my favorite jeans and they're ruined. And I'm copying and pasting email addresses by the dozens for urlLink Brooklyn Underground Film Festival . I'm burning out. 
