Woof. What a weekend...

Urg...Crap...Just woke up, dammit...Just in time to go back to bed. Waaaaah...

Friday night, went out, partied, got to meet cruciverbalist, finally! Danced, drank, and embarrassed myself a bit. Yeaaaaah--I promise to never, ever, ever, ever, ever do that thing I did to redhound some time ago to anyone else.

Oh, and I must remember to bring the wallet and buy a flask at the tradepost...or at least remember that snuff_daddy has one. Cuz, sometimes it's good to be able to steal a drink, as it were.

Got home, (God knows how), after whining my ass off to Drew for the half hour that I did to get m'self lost waaaaaaay down by the St. V-T Bridge down in San Pedro. I hate that bridge. It's too freaking big. And scary. But, hey, I can cross it, when I need to.

Crashed out around 3:30-4am.

Woke up Goodness knows too early to get up to Alex's for a Loooong day of filming.

I like this gorilla filmaking thing we're doing. I get to learn (the hard way) what I'm doing, fake that I know other parts, write, and stare at good lookin' girl chicks for hours and hours and hours.

After a full day of squeezing into weird places of cars, and no sleep, and lots of sugar and caffine, I got home.

Full Stop.

And dumbly I went online and kinda drifted into dumb ass land of surfing, surfing, and online shopping, spending my long awaited tax refund on music and software. But hey, Final Draft v6.0! Whoo hoo.

I was harshly woken by the family again "Please move your car" this morning, which to me getting up and working in the yard. Both Front and Back. The back which has grown up to Jungle status.

Five hours later, having chopped, mowed, weeded, and edged, I called it quit and bandaged my ripped skin and blisters. I don't have my callouses anymore. Poop.

Full stop.

I think that Piers called me somewhere in there. I *think* that I I was eating at the time. I haven't fallen asleep that fast and that long in the stuffed chair in a long time. With a plate in my lap and a remote control in the other. Grrrr. And I'd completely forgotten that I was supposed to be at his place.

I really need to buy a new palm/visor thing. Or something. A calendar maybe. Yeah, that would be smart, huh?

Floof. I need to go and read something. Long as I'm up.

Shit. Gotta go back to work tomorrow. Blargh. Up, up, and away!

Oh, yeah...and I guess this makes sense ( If I can, I'll get a suite... )