Yesterday, I had a 10 hour meeting about the script and a basic "lecture" about set lighting, then spent the rest of last night and this morning doing call sheets and shot listings. Tonight looks like another night spent on deciding film allocation. I'm think I'm going to start hallucinating about my bed chasing after me and throwing pillow-missiles, crying that I've neglected it.
the dead woman murmured 11/27/2004 09:05:00 AM |
mood
Translation:
Nemo nisi mors.
the subject
utopist. dreamer. cynic. poet. a contradiction.
eccentric. cartesian. a starlight in the gloom.
The patient, born in 1984, suffers from a history of idealism of unknown onset and duration.
