Blarghhhh!

So while watching one of the greatest shows ever, 30Rock, I stood up- hands stretched to the heavens, hit my knees, and cried out in pain as military helipcopters buzzed my building. The ending of last night's episode was almost identical to the 30Rock spec script I wrote almost 8 months ago. The jokes themselves weren't the same, but the setup was nearly identical. Now my script is just a bum-legged hobo rip-off. At least I didn't go to LA right after graduation because I'd really have no job right now what with the strike and all. As soon as the writer's are back in action, I am out of here. But I love in SF, and I know LA will be an experiment in self-loathing. I don't know why, but I can just feel it. And as a certain english professor once repeated everywhere he went on those quads, "In the arts, feeling is ALWAYS meaning."