They're gonna put me in the movies.
Well, they would like to, but I can't just drop everything and go to Santa Fe tomorrow with less than 24 hrs notice. I'm getting paid more to sit here and edit ALL THE LABS in my pajamas than I would be to somehow hitch a ride up north and then sit in a drafty portable between boring takes of dance scenes to no music, so I'm not going to make the effort to rearrange my life for the day.
People think I'm nuts, but I don't actually like working in film/television. It's so cold and impersonal. Give me the theatre and its incestuous analog universe any day! Not that the film industry is any less incestuous, especially here in NM, but in the theatre there are fewer people involved in each production and everything is planned a bit further in advance. None of this, "we need you some time tomorrow, but we don't know when exactly and we don't know what you'll be doing when you get here. We'll call you back with the number to call for your call time tomorrow which you can't call until stupid o'clock tonight because that's when we'll finally have the relevant information. And did we mention that you're not getting paid much?" *headdesk* Deal me out, thank you kindly. Pass me by.
Anyway, it's self-assessment time!
Hungry - just dehydrated, important distinction
Angry - annoyed
Lonely - not really
Tired - more confused about how it's already 4:00pm
Pills - swallowed
Weight - 125
I've made the conscious decision not to go to dance class today. I want to get more editing done and I frankly couldn't give a single fuck about stealing moves. Does that make me a bad lindy hopper? No. It makes me one who can afford to take that Balboa workshop in July.