no go

It was a no go to yoga last night. I am so stressed out writing my script, that I simply could not pull myself away from the computer, however, my friend erika offered me a glass of wine if I came to her house to watch gilmore girls with her. It was a really hard decision, but I went with the wine. I needed a little medicinal treat from all the hard work i've been putting in writing this script. I don't think i've ever worked so hard on anything. It's not great yet, i still have until tomorrow, but I don't think it sucks, so that's something to be proud of. However, every writer who has handed in their script and gotten notes back has stumbled out of the writers room in a daze, getting their script shreded, so I'm buckling my seat belt for the worst. I've been told they don't like anything unless they wrote it. So says the other writers.