Beardblog #19

Mmmngggggggggggggggh. MMMMMMMMMMNHGH!



OhmyvariousgodsandmonsterswhatthehellIdiditagaintodaynoworknoworkatall.

Mmmmmmmngh!

At least Alex came by and we workd on our collaborative script, 'cause otherwise...

INT. GIO'S HEAD OFFICE - NIGHT

GIO (20s, hairy, anxious) lies on a psychiarist's couch.

DR. BEARD (46-days-old, doctor, beard) observes.

DR. BEARD
Why did you do no work today?

GIO
I don't know. It was raining.
I couldn't get out of bed...

DR. BEARD
Isn't it true it didn't start
raining until after you woke up?

Gio sits up, alarmed.

GIO
How do you know that?

DR. BEARD
I live on your face, Gio.

GIO
Oh.

Gio reclines again.

DR. BEARD
Well?

GIO
...I don't know, man. Pirates?

DR. BEARD
There are no pirates in L.A., Gio.

GIO
The French.

DR. BEARD
You'd think so, but no.

GIO
Uh...

DR. BEARD
Say it.

GIO
I am unspeakably lazy and
simultaneously afraid of what I would do
if I didn't have this work to not be doing?

DR. BEARD
And how does that make you feel?

Song Stuck:
Air - How Doe It Make You Feel
Lazlo Bane - No Superman
Metric - Help, I'm Alive


Beard Status:
Jungian.