Day of rest

No one ever said that titles had to be accurate (the word titles-it just looks funny). Tomorrow doesn't really count as a day of rest if you consider how much stuff I really have to do. Yet for some obscure reason, I feel really optimistic about the day. Maybe it's the fact that I took Monday off (a move I can really ill afford). Maybe it's that I don't have to set my alarm clock tonight. Now this does mean that I probably won't get out of bed until 2:00 pm...and I'm ok with that. Not really, because it does mean a huge waste of a day when I'm not at work. I'm giddy with the thought of not needing to haul myself out of bed and go to the super huge mega-conglomerate sporting goods store. Granted, there is a lot of stuff to do for the shoot tomorrow night: I have props to gather, food to prepare, PAs to call and harass (the joys of small independent shorts with no operating budget!), but even with all this stuff do do, I think that the idea of rest is a good one.

I need a new job. I say this a lot, but lately I have come to the conclusion that If I don't start something else soon, I may start doing anti-social things. And I don't mean the kind where I just stay home all the time...Now I know that most people say that they don't really like their job, but this really is getting to be insane. The deeply seated feeling of dread when I wake up may only be the first symptom, but I have to get out now.

Anyhow, I need to go to sleep. I went to see Sahara tonight. While it wasn't a pinnacle of plot (or even really well made) it was entertaining. It did have enough "movie moments" that at times I forgot that I was watching it for the purpose of writing a paper on production values and actually stopped taking notes. Not too bad.

Also, here's one just to make you laugh...


Forget Amityville, now that's scary!

And I'm spent...

-Veelzabub