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Self-Portrait 3
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Thursday night is apparently the night for doing laundry. I've honestly been to clubs that weren't as crowded as the laundromat was.

Putting all my CD's in a spreadsheet. It didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would to get done. I'm not actually finished yet, mind you, but I've only got three or four more pages in the CD wallet to go. I figured it'd be a pretty big pain in the ass to get it done, which I why I hadn't just gone on and done it, but it only took an hour and a half or so to get it done. I guess that means I get to do my books next.

-- INT. WILL'S APARTMET

Clean, for the most part, but wretchedly disorganized. WILL is rummaging through the cabinets and the refrigerator and freezer.

WILL
(up to his shoulders in the refrigerator)
... Shit.

Will steps back and exits FRAME left. MCU on open refrigerator. There's a case and a half of bottled water, seven cans of soda, and a half-dozen eggs. Nothing else.

Sound of boxes being shifted roughly. Will steps back into frame. He looks down into the fridge, half disgusted and half curious.

WILL
Fuck me. It had to've been frelling may when I bought those eggs.

Now the camera follows Will back to another five minutes of digging through cabinets.

CU Will's face as he realizes that in spite of the fact that he spent a hundred and forty bucks the last time he went to the grocery store, there's no fucking food in his apartment.

XCU -- WILL'S HANDS AS THEY GRAB --

-- WALLET

-- KEYS

-- KNIFE

then they

-- HIT THE LIGHT SWITCH.

CUT TO BLACK. A door closes, and footsteps fade rapidly.

FUCK. YES.
Self-Portrait 3
hellblazer
New Batman movie.

Starts shooting early next year.

Christain Bale is Bruce Wayne.

I feel it necessary to repeat:

FUCK. YES.