Aug 22, 2009 22:15
I should be packing properly for some post-production work in Bangkok tomorrow. I really REALLY should. instead, I'm tossing random pieces of clothing into my oversized luggage bag, drinking Aloe Vera juice, and listening to Cuban music. If there's a common thematic thread between those three activities, please, feel free to let me know.
Today i just wrapped up my third shoot for the week, and sweet bearded Jesus I'm exhausted. I don't even know what day it is. All I know is it's the day before I leave. I've been putting some pep in my step this whole week, trying to hide my fatigue. But 36 hours of sleepless torture can make a mans eyes glaze over faster than a Krispy Kreme donut on National Fatty Fat Fat Day.
I've been told that sleeplessness makes your hair and nails grow faster. And that's what this feels like: suddenly I'm too big for my space now. I'm restless and itchy and I want a change of terra. And that's a fucking upside, if I ever saw one.
My best friend always said, "Dude, you're not built for this place. There are cities out there that will shake your hand and buy you a beer."
Then again, he moved to Brazil with his wife who looks like Fred Savage from "Goldmember" to make furntiure out of hemp, so maybe it's not a good idea to take his word for it.
I miss Europe.