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Would someone invent a time machine. Or cheaper, safer, perfectly legal stimulants that can keep you awake and aware for more than a week. Or clones. Clones would be good, too.
Too much to do and no time to do it in. And overlapping lives. The working life, the filmmaking life, the social life, the family life. Too much.
Friday I was exhausted beyond words and eager to just head home, and then was reminded of a birthday party that I should be attending. So, got Alice, drove down into Long Beach to drop her off at the snuff daddy's, headed home, took a 30 minute power nap and then headed back out.
Went, chatted, actually talked business, had two whole beers, a couple of hot dogs, punched a heavy bag. Got flirted with a tall, drop dead gorgeous, cute as a button, tipsy, and a bit freaky 19 year old girlie girl [I have since been informed that she was a 25 year old girlie girl, but somehow, she just wasn't giving me that vibe. Or perhaps I spend too much time around "grown" ass folks], who was friends of the birthday girl. Decided that the Jedi mind tricks would not work, and that I was far too tired. Reconsidered, and then reconsidered again, and just left for home to sleep. Insane, huh?
Went unconscious on my pillow.
Woke up 7amish to go to Pearl's funeral at Rose Hill Cemetary in Whittier. Short, nice service. Not very sad service, and that was good. Saw lots of her nieces and nephews who I played with as a little snot nosed kid. They're all much taller now. I have more in common with thier parents now, mostly. It's scary.
Family dropped me off at home, I changed, and lit out to meet up with Alex for recon of location and scaffold. Calming influence it was. We then went, ate, all that stuff. Discussed. I stopped freaking. (that wouldn't last).
Came home, changed and then went with Mom to Kaiser Doctor affair thing, which she was helping to throw. Kaiser spends lots of cash on shinding. Rented out HUGE banquet hall at the top of Hollywood and Highland (traffic sucks) looking out over Hollywood Blvd. Wassisfce, that crazy guy, Wolfgang Puck caters. Great service. Open bar. Mom gets a little lit up. I hit on her cute co-worker. Sucker I am for a pretty smile and an honest laugh. Also helps we are the only two single people under 50 at table.
Get home late...101 is backed up to high hell, so take mom on sightseeing tour of Hollywood as we make our way to the 10. I drive (again).
Go unconscious.
Wake up in panic on sunday. Too much to do. Call around, message, message, message, no, maybe, message, no, don't know, no help, crap. Waiting on other stuff. Try and write for work work. Nothing. (on my weekend,no less). Drive some to see who I can get a hold of. No luck. Crap. too much for film needs done now.
Go home, sit for a moment. Realize that I'm still exhausted. Mono? God, I hope not. Probably just stupidity. Realize that UPN is showing Farscape. Bow to Mecca. Dance a Jig. Do the Icky shuffle (remember that one?). Try to balance checkbook. Fail. Realize that I'm going to be broke again, soon. No laundry. Gah.
Get to bed late, late, late.
Have nightmare/dream about floods, fires and zombies. Lots of zombies. And can't get into the getaway vehicle fast enough, cuz I'm trying to get all the gear out before we jet. Photo albums, laptop with all my work in it. Books. Memories and projects that I'll get fired if I don't have with me. Zombies start coming in. I shoot, friends shoot, one takes a bite of me, but doesn't break the skin. I'm still trying to find the clock to turn it off because the buzzing noise is drawing them closer.
Wake up, having overslept horribly, and now shaken and adrenaline pumping. And never did get all the stuff in the transport.
Been working all day today, writing, writing, thinking, trying to make a call or send an email here and there. Failing at all of it miserably. Having small nervous breakdown when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
orewashinanai sends me this: http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/239712
Laugh hard to myself once I realize what it is. Happy Tree friends meets The Beatles. So much horror. So much love. Giggle and try and write more.
Realize that haven't eaten dinner. Boss yelling (softly, albeit) for me to hurry up and finish. Have small freak out (again) as emails come in from various things. Can't concentrate on any of it. (still can't). Too much, no time, and feeling very burnt out and slightly overwhelmed. Can't give work to others who've offered to help. Most of it lives in my head. Easier to do than explain. Easier to do than to translate my scrawled half thought out notes.
Can't write anything that isn't coming from my ass (like this entry). Digging higher and higher up there and can feel the back of my teeth.
Look at the calander. Realize it's Rosh Hashanah (L'Shana Tovah! Happy New year!), and suddenly want to start over again. Clean slate, control-alt-delete, straightened paper clip in the little hole for a hard reset. Then remember that it's also Ramadan...then remember that I'm one of them silly Christian kids and that we've just gotta suffer it out until death takes us to the promised land or the Rapture pulls us up. Either way, I gotta wait a while afore I can *really* can pull a Finnegan, begin again.
Well, great.
Going to go and find food now. then going to come back here and work some more. A lot more. Going to get home, late, late, late, late.
Needa start again, soon. Need a break. Need break bad...from all of it for a while. Must hang on until end of year...silly Xtian calander...I've still got like 3 months to go...
Too much to do and no time to do it in. And overlapping lives. The working life, the filmmaking life, the social life, the family life. Too much.
Friday I was exhausted beyond words and eager to just head home, and then was reminded of a birthday party that I should be attending. So, got Alice, drove down into Long Beach to drop her off at the snuff daddy's, headed home, took a 30 minute power nap and then headed back out.
Went, chatted, actually talked business, had two whole beers, a couple of hot dogs, punched a heavy bag. Got flirted with a tall, drop dead gorgeous, cute as a button, tipsy, and a bit freaky 19 year old girlie girl [I have since been informed that she was a 25 year old girlie girl, but somehow, she just wasn't giving me that vibe. Or perhaps I spend too much time around "grown" ass folks], who was friends of the birthday girl. Decided that the Jedi mind tricks would not work, and that I was far too tired. Reconsidered, and then reconsidered again, and just left for home to sleep. Insane, huh?
Went unconscious on my pillow.
Woke up 7amish to go to Pearl's funeral at Rose Hill Cemetary in Whittier. Short, nice service. Not very sad service, and that was good. Saw lots of her nieces and nephews who I played with as a little snot nosed kid. They're all much taller now. I have more in common with thier parents now, mostly. It's scary.
Family dropped me off at home, I changed, and lit out to meet up with Alex for recon of location and scaffold. Calming influence it was. We then went, ate, all that stuff. Discussed. I stopped freaking. (that wouldn't last).
Came home, changed and then went with Mom to Kaiser Doctor affair thing, which she was helping to throw. Kaiser spends lots of cash on shinding. Rented out HUGE banquet hall at the top of Hollywood and Highland (traffic sucks) looking out over Hollywood Blvd. Wassisfce, that crazy guy, Wolfgang Puck caters. Great service. Open bar. Mom gets a little lit up. I hit on her cute co-worker. Sucker I am for a pretty smile and an honest laugh. Also helps we are the only two single people under 50 at table.
Get home late...101 is backed up to high hell, so take mom on sightseeing tour of Hollywood as we make our way to the 10. I drive (again).
Go unconscious.
Wake up in panic on sunday. Too much to do. Call around, message, message, message, no, maybe, message, no, don't know, no help, crap. Waiting on other stuff. Try and write for work work. Nothing. (on my weekend,no less). Drive some to see who I can get a hold of. No luck. Crap. too much for film needs done now.
Go home, sit for a moment. Realize that I'm still exhausted. Mono? God, I hope not. Probably just stupidity. Realize that UPN is showing Farscape. Bow to Mecca. Dance a Jig. Do the Icky shuffle (remember that one?). Try to balance checkbook. Fail. Realize that I'm going to be broke again, soon. No laundry. Gah.
Get to bed late, late, late.
Have nightmare/dream about floods, fires and zombies. Lots of zombies. And can't get into the getaway vehicle fast enough, cuz I'm trying to get all the gear out before we jet. Photo albums, laptop with all my work in it. Books. Memories and projects that I'll get fired if I don't have with me. Zombies start coming in. I shoot, friends shoot, one takes a bite of me, but doesn't break the skin. I'm still trying to find the clock to turn it off because the buzzing noise is drawing them closer.
Wake up, having overslept horribly, and now shaken and adrenaline pumping. And never did get all the stuff in the transport.
Been working all day today, writing, writing, thinking, trying to make a call or send an email here and there. Failing at all of it miserably. Having small nervous breakdown when
orewashinanai sends me this: http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/239712 Laugh hard to myself once I realize what it is. Happy Tree friends meets The Beatles. So much horror. So much love. Giggle and try and write more.
Realize that haven't eaten dinner. Boss yelling (softly, albeit) for me to hurry up and finish. Have small freak out (again) as emails come in from various things. Can't concentrate on any of it. (still can't). Too much, no time, and feeling very burnt out and slightly overwhelmed. Can't give work to others who've offered to help. Most of it lives in my head. Easier to do than explain. Easier to do than to translate my scrawled half thought out notes.
Can't write anything that isn't coming from my ass (like this entry). Digging higher and higher up there and can feel the back of my teeth.
Look at the calander. Realize it's Rosh Hashanah (L'Shana Tovah! Happy New year!), and suddenly want to start over again. Clean slate, control-alt-delete, straightened paper clip in the little hole for a hard reset. Then remember that it's also Ramadan...then remember that I'm one of them silly Christian kids and that we've just gotta suffer it out until death takes us to the promised land or the Rapture pulls us up. Either way, I gotta wait a while afore I can *really* can pull a Finnegan, begin again.
Well, great.
Going to go and find food now. then going to come back here and work some more. A lot more. Going to get home, late, late, late, late.
Needa start again, soon. Need a break. Need break bad...from all of it for a while. Must hang on until end of year...silly Xtian calander...I've still got like 3 months to go...
