Elliot Smith’s No Name #1 on a loop.  Walled up in my office.  Let’s try to keep things light today.  Let’s just talk about work.  How’s your job going?  What do you do again?  You’re a nurse or something, right?  Okay, your time is up.  Talk about me again.

Should be a good season.  I think?  We did a table read of the Halloween episode yesterday.  I dudditz [STEPHEN KING’S DREAMCATCHER, 2003].  We all “dudd” all of the scripts together, but my name’s on the cover sheet of this one.  I think it’s a good script.  There’s one thing about it I don’t like but I’ll fix it today.  I think.  I can’t really figure it out.  I need inspiration.  I think if I just listen to this guy that stabbed himself in the chest singing “leave alone, you don’t belong here” a couple more times, I’ll come up with a pie fight.

We’re shooting the fourth episode of the third season right now.  You’re about a month away from seeing the first.  I haven’t seen a cut of it, yet.  So, all I’ve got are vague anxieties, and the comforting thought that I probably had the same vague anxieties last year, and everything turned out swell.  One of Erin’s most important functions was Dan Harmon Mood Archivist.  I could tell her I felt like a mediocre turd and she’d say “that’s how you felt last August,” and I’d take her word for it and it would make the mood feel less powerful.  She demystified me.  I could use a little demystification these days, but it’s got to come at my own hands or I’ll never get better.  I’ve got to be my own yardstick.

This is really not a good guy to be listening to on a loop.  The guy literally died from feeling what he’s singing right now.  This is the equivalent of rubbing bees on a bee sting.  Well, my hands are tied.  It’s just not a Who Let the Dogs Out morning.  And I can’t make it one by playing Who Let the Dogs Out.  

I could maybe make it one by actually letting some dogs out.  The answer to “Who Let the Dogs Out” would have to be “Dan” in order for that song to work on me, and I do not currently feel like a person that is capable of letting dogs out.  I could maybe leave a cage door open for a ferret, that’s it.  Who Let One Ferret Out?  Dan.  Dan Dan Dan.

I got nothing to say.  I thought if I started typing, something would happen.  This must be how you feel every day, huh, mister Nurse.  This is your whole life, walking around, made of solid gingerbread, nothing coming through.

What’s that?  You think I should take a 20 minute nap?  Okay.  You’re the nurse.  Sorry I implied you were made of solid gingerbread.  I’m sure you’re very special to someone.