20-Jan-2006

Look, people, I know you're anxious to hear all about my ongoing shenanigans, but there's no need to get violent about your need for my lack of wit.  All I have to say is, working fifteen hour days is doing wonders for my mental health.  I don't have time to worry.  I don't have time to have dramatic love altercations (although, come to think of it, I pretty much gave those up when I was... I was gonna say 15, but now I'm thinking it was more like last year).  Yesterday, for example, I was in the office by 9 AM, headed to set downtown around 4, and was in my car to drive home by midnight.  I'd probably be bitching and complaining if set were a place at which I had to drag cables, fetch coffee, or wait in line for food.  But it's not.  I get my own headset, and I sit in my chair watching the monitors during takes.  It's pretty much like what I'd be doing if I were at home - watching television.  Except this is more like a television/theatre combo, with the hotties standing ten feet away.  I could touch them, if I wanted to.  But I don't.  Because I also want to keep my job.