Altered States

Anyone else ever see this movie? The one with William Hurt in the sensory deprivation tank, lots of improbably erudite dialogue, the sort of things no one really says? I've never seen it before...but it's on AMC and I'm far too lazy and complacent to move even a finger to change it. I WAS watching Tremors Three; Return to Perfection (or is that Perdition?) while doing my taxes. Finished my taxes and, speaking of altered states, found that instead of owing upwards of 600 bucks as we have for the last 10 years, Brian and I are actually getting a refund. Our last time filing together and we get a refund. I'm not sure if this means anything or not, but it sure was a pleasant surprise. I checked the figures three times and it came out the same. I'm impressed with myself.

I had a conference call earlier today with the producers on CHILL and the changes for the first pages of rewrites were minimal.

Dang. Things are going well.

That in itself kind of scares me. I've been programmed to always expect that other shoe to drop, usually right on my head. I'm taking my car in tomorrow for an oil change. Will they tell me that she (yes, my car is a 'she') needs a thousand dollars worth of work? Or will I get the oil change and the tires rotated, spend less than 60 bucks? If the latter is the case, then my weekend will spread in front of me without any obligations beyond about an hour's work on CHILL. I have boxes of books waiting to be unpacked and sorted, placed in bookshelves. Other boxes of god knows what out in the garage. I could go through them at my leisure.

I plan on going for a walk on the beach, weather permitting. I'm going to tae-bo (Ultimate Abs one day, Ultimate Butt the next) and give myself a facial. I'm going to lounge with the felines and sip red wine or hot chocolate. Oh hell, probably both, although not at the same time.

I'm gonna relax. And that, all by itself, will be an altered state for me. About damn time.