dedicated to the pursuit of inner peace through intellectual violence
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I'm not going to waste my time arguing with a man who's lining up to be a hot lunch.
I am exhausted and quite ready to launch a revolution of some sort against, well, whatever you've got. A million days of work in a row and most of it was really, really silly. I got home at 1:30am after having watched five fights while shooting downtown, spent a million hours lighting a green screen rig, and then I spent the day riding a surfboard and doing laundry and hanging by a pool. Not too fucking bad. The last hour has been spent madly trying to get the Midget fed and to bed and then there's laundry to put away and Melah to get slightly drunk so she'll relax. What a lovely life.
Four more days of hell work to go starting at 9am tomorrow and then I hope to be tucked into the shade of a tree somewhere in Ft. Hunter Liggett, killing a turkey.