Jan 27, 2005 21:09
I think maybe I'm starting to crack under the pressure of wrapping up filming and dealing with this stalker. Cordy and I were filming a scene the other day and it took twenty takes. She thought it was all her fault, but I know I was missing my mark and flubbing lines too. Danny is trying to be patient with us, but we're so close to being done. I've got to get it together.
I burst into tears for no reason last night. It's hard to explain, but I was in the bath, soaking in the bubbles and suddenly it felt like I was being watched. Mike and the kids were down stairs and I couldn't see anyone inside the house. I...I just started to cry because this is taking me apart at the seams. I'm so tense all of the time and no one seems to be able to trace where this guy is sending packages and stuff from. How can he send flowers from a flower shop in New York and an hour later be in a post office in Vegas?
Mike keeps saying we will go on vacation when filming wraps. I'm holding him to it because I just want to separate myself from this city, hell this State for awhile. I need to decompress and get a grip on my sanity. Maybe we could visit my parents in Florida. The kids would love the hotel and the beaches and Mama and Daddy would love to meet the kids and Michael.