wasted time
i'm fucking waiting for the Fed Ex guy to come and pick up my boxes, he said somewhere between 8am-5pm. jesus. so i'm sitting here at my apt, doing nothing, waiting for him. i can't even take a shower bc i might not hear the doorbell. moving is really happening. it's actually less insane and horrible than most times so far, mostly because i started packing before my last day in town.
last night i went to the screening at texas, which was neat, got drunk, made fun of films, hung out with kim and a certain new friend, went to the rainbo for my old coworker's send off party, which i actually missed, got a drink, took photo booth pictures with said new friend, departed, went to swank frank with leidy, mike, kim, avi (who's visiting), ate a hotdog with everything and a bite of a fried twinky. then i came back to nightgowns and packed up my entire drumset which i'm sending in the mail (as soon as the fucking fed ex dude gets here).
m. feezor called me last night to discuss art direction issues in my film, my 2nd asst. director just called and said he found a car mount at a discounted rate for the production. i'm having a big production meeting tomorrow morning with my 2 asst. directors. KA-razy.
last night i went to the screening at texas, which was neat, got drunk, made fun of films, hung out with kim and a certain new friend, went to the rainbo for my old coworker's send off party, which i actually missed, got a drink, took photo booth pictures with said new friend, departed, went to swank frank with leidy, mike, kim, avi (who's visiting), ate a hotdog with everything and a bite of a fried twinky. then i came back to nightgowns and packed up my entire drumset which i'm sending in the mail (as soon as the fucking fed ex dude gets here).
m. feezor called me last night to discuss art direction issues in my film, my 2nd asst. director just called and said he found a car mount at a discounted rate for the production. i'm having a big production meeting tomorrow morning with my 2 asst. directors. KA-razy.