I feel like I wasted the weekend away, which I'm actually okay with, considering last weekend was non-stop working.
I had promised Tate earlier today that I would help him shoot some more footage for his film tonight. As my first big venture into acting, I must say that I'm Hollywood-material. No, really. A-list, baby.
The shoot involved me eating a freshly baked cinnamon bun. Not just eating - devouring. My stomach hurt so bad after several huge bites of the cinnamony goodness, but my acting was flawless. The icing dripped from my mouth as the food filled my cheeks. At the end of the massacre (and three takes), only crumbs remained. My performance was incredible. It will bring a tear to the eye of anyone who watches.
I'm considering adding myself to
IMDB now that I'm a trained actor. Maybe I'll do a couple big films and then move on to the more subtle theater to hone my skills and become even more incredible. Then back to film to satisfy the masses. And then, perhaps, I will retire at the young age of 35 to live off my massive wealth and charming celebrity.
All thanks to that cinnamon bun.