Sleeptalking

You would think I'd be used to never getting a full eight hours of sleep by now. Between school, work and all the films I've been working on, I've been averaging about four and a half hours a night. Wasn't it Edison who never slept a full night, just took cat naps all the time? As much as I'd like to think of myself as being a genius of that caliber, it doesn't seem to be working out like that for me. I'm starting to hallucinate during my waking hours (both auditory and visual), as well as when I should be asleep.

Yesterday evening, I tried to catch a quick forty winks on the couch before returning to my studies. I set three alarm clocks for 26, 28, and 30 minutes from when I lay down, and coccooned myself into ball. I do remember two of the alarms going off, and I do remember getting up and turning those two off. The bigger problem is that I also remember getting up for the third and finding that Millhouse* had already done it for me. I also recall talking with her for approximately 10 minutes about her wedding plans and the state of her soon to be new apartment. Now this wouldn't be such a problem if it was not for the fact that Millhouse was not only not in my apartment, but in fact doesn't even reside on this side of the country. This is what worries me. This memory is just as clear as the ones I have of driving to work this morning and of the lecture in class this evening. It kind of scares me that I'm now talking to phantoms in my house. While I'm pretty sure she wasn't really there, I'm equally sure that I stood in my living room in a semi-conscious state and talked to myself in the wee hours of the morning.

So the real question becomes, why aren't I sleeping right now (instead of ranting to myself once again, albeit in a different media)? The answer my friends, is that in the last batch of emails that I sent out to prospective PAs/Stand Ins/Extras said that I would be up for another 30 minutes if they had questions/problems/issues with Sundays shoot. Since I will be at work all day tomorrow and I need to hash out everything prior to that point I thought I would cover my ass and leave them that option. Of course, since all of them seem to enjoy at least eight hours of sleep per night (or if they don't are doing something infinitely more enjoyable with their waking hours) they will most likely NOT be calling. But, I did say I would be up and the only thing worse than staying awake for no reason is being semi-awake and not able to control what I say to these people. I might do something stupid like tell my horsey DP to go play in traffic, which at this point in production is really where I'd like to see her.

Anyhow, the 30 minutes is almost up, so I'm going to log on, post this and get in to my bed. Hopefully the only people who aren't there that I see tonight are in my dreams, and are there for a much dirtier purpose...

-Veelzabub

* This pseudonym has been used to protect the innocent...although It probably won't protect me once she sees it....

My New Do

This is me and my styley new hair...As hard as it is to believe, I was once again procrastinating from what I should have been doing and I decided that cutting my hair was as good a way as any to waste time...That and posting photos to my blog. What I should be doing is typing up some asinine memos to the people who are volunteering on our film, or writing a review of the Ring two for a class. As you can tell, so far I am meeting with little success. I could be making the call sheets for Wednesdays shoot, but I'm not doing that either. I am doing the one thing that I excel at above all else...putting things off. Unfortunately, my sense of honor is not allowing me to do so any longer so I bid you adieu...

-Veelzabub

The time is upon us...

It has finally come. The time of year that college students and travel agents the country wide anticipate with every cell of their being...Spring Break

Where am I going for spring break you ask? The best place possible. Cancun? Oh no. South Padre? Not a chance. Jamaica? Even better....I am going to: SLEEP

That's right, while nubile coeds and strapping frat boys (and even the people I'm friends with) country wide fly to exotic tropical locales, I have a reservation with my bed. First class. Who needs a new bikini and coconut oil, I have freshly washed sheets folded and ready to be made up. I have new pillows. I have a trash can to dump my alarm clock into. Now don't get me wrong, I have lots of other things to do over spring break. Like every American who has already graduated or is not supported by mom and dad, I have to go work. I have homework to do and taxes and cleaning and the list goes on...But I also do not have to go to class for an entire week. Think about the logistics of that. All the time that I spend getting ready for school and driving to school and sitting in school will be spent in bed. I am ecstatic.

I also have Friday off. I had taken it off for a movie shoot I was working on, and since as per Murphy's Law everything that can go wrong will, I no longer need to work on it (at least not this weekend, but that's another post). I could have volunteered to work on Friday like I did for Saturday, but I opted not to. Instead, I made plans to sleep in. I will go to bed tomorrow night after I get out of school, and I will get into my cozy 250-thread count cocoon and drift off into peaceful slumber. If past experience is any indicator I probably will not wake up until evening on Friday. And I am ok with that. Why? Because I have slept less than twelve hours total in the last six days. You do the math. Between the midterms, legal issues with the super huge mega-conglomerate sporting goods store, production meetings, shooting schedules and mutant cats I've had to deal with the last few days, something had to be cut out, and obviously food and sleep are always the first ones to go. For me at least.

Anyways, while I'm still in a dreamlike fugue from sleep deprivation I'll mention that I do not understand people at all...I just don't get them. Any of them. Perhaps that's why I'm single and likely to end up living alone in the woods with cats and large stacks of National Geographic magazines bound up with twine. Except I don't really like cats, so maybe there'll be pack of ferrets instead.

Ok, I've now stopped making sense even to myself, so I'm going to try and go to bed. Although since no one reads my blog except for me, I suppose It doesn't really matter.

Ciao

-Veelzabub