Lather, rinse, and repeat.
I'm in full blown panic attack. fucking anxiety for some odd reason. I am so damn tired from filming today. I went down to Berkeley to continue shooting a short thats like 60 percent shot. Then I had to from Berkeley, through Walnut Creek, to Pleasant Hill.. or pretty much Concord to pick up an actor. This guy was fucking weird.. he was a cool dude. Just fucking weird. He asked where we were going and I told him that it was to this bar in Concord up on Monument Blvd. He said " is this bar next to a 7/11? cause thats a gay bar." and in my head I'm like WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I JUST LET INTO MY CAR? haha. We get there and we're waiting for the rest of the crew to arrive and he start ordering drinks. Jack and Coke I believe. We film a car bashing scene and that was cool and of course, of all things, the filmmaker's life blood, we get fed pizza. I am so over eating pizza on sets. damn.
Anyways.
Its nothing but projects from now on. The way I feel right now.. I am screwed. I never like to write about really personal things as much on this blog but every once in a while I slip up. I don't care who reads this fucking thing. I'm just really tired. And When I say tired, I mean like physically tired. Its 3:58 on my clock. Fucking 3:58. holy shit. What the hell am I doing up? What am I doing?What the hell am I doing?
I feel like I just woke up from the most perfect dream. The best 9 month long dream I've ever had. I'm wide awake. And all I wanna do is hit the snooze button. And its fucking jarring.
back to bidness I guess.
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