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So.
I leave for New York on my flight at 9 AM. It's 3 AM, and I definetely cannot sleep at all. Always good to know that you're awake 6 hours before you're supposed to leave for the States. To top it all off, I'm getting the same damn headache I've had off and on the past two or three days all over again.
Went out for a few beers with Orli tonight at one of the pubs. It was fun; we haven't been out to do that in a long while. Filming, I tell you. It ruins everything socially except for those things you do with your cast mates. Forget other relationships. They just don't work. You never have any time. Or, in my case, you have to break up with someone in order go to film a movie or three...but then again, I prefer not to think about having to go through that. Was a bloody tough choice, you know. I'm done talking about it. The realization that I lost one of the greatest women I've ever known over the making of three movies still has a sting, even four years later.
I cannot believe that I am flying for 7 hellish hours on an airplane in less than 6 hours, to Liv's place, to turn off the damn Halloween marathon on her TV that will be over by the time I get there.
Where the hell are Sean, Billy and Elijah? Bloody wenches had better get their asses journals soon, and fast. Either that or they can expect many, many messages on their cell phones and answering machines.
I'm learning that at 3:20 in the morning, I am not in a very good mood. And also that I like to rant pointlessly for paragraphs on end.
I think I'll be off now to try and get at least a couple hours of sleep before I have to get up and do all my last minutes chores. Maybe this bitch of a migraine will decide to leave me alone, once and for all.
Hmph. The things I'd do for you.
I leave for New York on my flight at 9 AM. It's 3 AM, and I definetely cannot sleep at all. Always good to know that you're awake 6 hours before you're supposed to leave for the States. To top it all off, I'm getting the same damn headache I've had off and on the past two or three days all over again.
Went out for a few beers with Orli tonight at one of the pubs. It was fun; we haven't been out to do that in a long while. Filming, I tell you. It ruins everything socially except for those things you do with your cast mates. Forget other relationships. They just don't work. You never have any time. Or, in my case, you have to break up with someone in order go to film a movie or three...but then again, I prefer not to think about having to go through that. Was a bloody tough choice, you know. I'm done talking about it. The realization that I lost one of the greatest women I've ever known over the making of three movies still has a sting, even four years later.
I cannot believe that I am flying for 7 hellish hours on an airplane in less than 6 hours, to Liv's place, to turn off the damn Halloween marathon on her TV that will be over by the time I get there.
Where the hell are Sean, Billy and Elijah? Bloody wenches had better get their asses journals soon, and fast. Either that or they can expect many, many messages on their cell phones and answering machines.
I'm learning that at 3:20 in the morning, I am not in a very good mood. And also that I like to rant pointlessly for paragraphs on end.
I think I'll be off now to try and get at least a couple hours of sleep before I have to get up and do all my last minutes chores. Maybe this bitch of a migraine will decide to leave me alone, once and for all.
Hmph. The things I'd do for you.