klemis, i've failed you. in my paltry defense, friday and saturday were added as shooting days for this dang-blasted film, nudging my weekend total to 32 hours. 32 FUCKING HOURS.
(There still is time if you're motivated to write for this Friday. Otherwise I'm going to write about how fate has delivered a Valentine's Day-special sucker punch unto me. The resulting wave of e-angst will decimate several small Caribbean islands.)
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Yes, but think of all the intangiable rewards you get out of this! Fatigue, frustration, loss of social life, potential dementia...
Actually, don't think about those. Take up drinking until the shoot is over, instead.
I forgive you.
(There still is time if you're motivated to write for this Friday. Otherwise I'm going to write about how fate has delivered a Valentine's Day-special sucker punch unto me. The resulting wave of e-angst will decimate several small Caribbean islands.)
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