Conan O'Brian's underpants

I was thinking of a good screenplay for a movie about… never mind I don’t want somebody to steal it. Anyway I was thinking of immortality. Or how my mortality should be appreciated. This person in my story is immortal (again, not revealing how) and he/she is describing his/her how immortality is very boring to them. At first they chose immortality because of their love for life; they wanted to live forever so that they could have they would never have to die and be without the enjoyment of life. But they realized that life is only enjoyable when there is a risk for losing it. For example, why do people scream and laugh while riding a roller coaster? People have a gut instinct that they could possibly lose what is most dearest, but the laughter follows because the ride is fully equipped and designed to keep people safe. When a person has achieved immortality they no longer fear the loss of life. They can do anything dangerous that would meet their fancy, but there is no excitement in danger anymore. Excitement cannot be reached by people who do not value their life or don’t have to care about danger. If a person can’t get excited then they undoubtedly would inevitably become depressed.

I had to drive to Washington yesterday from Northern California and it takes 12 hours. I was ready for the big drive with my junk food in stock in the backseat and my fat-as-hell 12 pound, cd case sitting in the passenger seat. I just had a lot of time to think. Usually I enjoy the drive because it allows my mind to enter zen and I can sort out whatever problems I have. That wasn’t the case because I didn’t have anything to think about. What the hell is up with that? So most of the time I focused on my script (its still not on paper – yep in the noggen).