...In which Anthony babbles on incoherently...which is not much different than usual...

Stayed up late....then got up early...drove into downtown and to Wilshire District/The Miracle Mile to visit SAG Indie office...dropped off paperwork...drove from downtown to Claremont to go to work.

Made work work. Finished up all current pending projects. Good place.

Got out of office later than planned, and was almost on the freeway when I realized that I'd left the A/C on and needed to turn it off...drove all the way back, turned it off and then realized I was out of gas, so had to do the fill up thing.

When did $2.42 a gallon begin to seem reasonable?

Drove back to N. Hollywood to Fictionados meeting. Realized that I'd picked up the wrong folder when I left the house in the morning...had to work from memory...sounded like a complete brainless idiot due to lack of notes, bad memory, incoherence (see this post) and sleep deprivation. Drain dribbled out of nose. Wasn't pretty.

Decided that it would be a good idea to go and have dinner and hang out afterwards. Though had a great time hanging out with zellandyne, Tadao and Rick (we spoke of Heroes, and sandwiches, movies, group politiks and some of everything else), I'm having to rethink the staying up late drinking coffee and eating sugar-fied things when I have to go to bed eventually...

I think I'll sleep when I'm dead. Or when someone knocks me out with a billy club. I think the billy club is a good idea, yes? Yes? Perhaps...

I shall now go and not quite drunk dial Erika (who called me earlier, and no, I was not asleep...only freaking.)

Ooooo, tomorrow's gonna hurt...