March 24, 1997

You Go, Billy Bob!

I'd like to thank the Academy, my agent, and my accountant, in that order. Oh yeah, and all the little people.

I haven't been writing recently because I've been too busy getting that red satin dress fitted to wear to the Oscars.

No, just kidding.

The Oscars are over and -- I hope I'm not ruining this for anyone -- The English Patient walked away with everything, including awards it wasn't even nominated for. I watched the show with a bunch of people from a screenwriting mailing list I'm on, although I arrived too late to join in the pool. We all cheered wildly when Billy Bob Thornton won Best Adapted Screenplay. Yee ha. Wonderful.

I haven't seen hardly any of the movies this year. I guess I'll have to see The English Patient now, although two-thirds of the people I've talked to haven't liked it.

On the way home from the Oscar party I drove by the new house. I can't believe I'm going to be moving in there soon. The part I'm most excited about though isn't even the house -- it's Darin being here. And he's going to be here soon. I just want to sleep between now and then.