I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

It has been brought to my attention that I am seriously difficient in updates.

I’m still relatively bogged down, trying to strike a balance between doing relatively nothing at my 9-6 (what happened to 9-5?) job and being too tired, worn out, and angry at night to complete any of my pile of graphic obligations, two of which have particularly demanding and indecisive clients attached to them.

We wrapped “My Wife, The Ghost” episode 4 yesterday. A 102 pilot completely shot by the 10th of the month? Insanity. We should get a prize for that.

On Saturday night I went and saw The Unlovables at the Knitting Factory. I went with Seth since he’s having Hallie play his show tonight at UCB. I didn’t know any of the other bands so I took off after their set, got some really unimpressive Vietnamese food before heading home to work. Now here, on Monday, I find that the work I did that night all has to be redone anyway because the clients didn’t like it.

My parents are moving all their stuff out of the apartment this Wednesday, after which time my mom will be a full-time Virginia resident again. They wanted me to take this furniture and stuff back to my place, so Sunday morning I carried two boxes, a desk, and a stool up to my place. Then we went over to the location and shot the Interrogation scene for six hours. I burned my finger when lighting a match and it really hurt. Then we carried all the equipment back to my place and ate.

I tried to watch “Bell Book and Candle,” which is shudderingly dull and lame, but got tired. I fell asleep before the penultimate episode of “Sakura” my evening Japanese soap opera. Next week it’s all over!

Dull, eh? I bet you wish I hadn’t bothered to post, huh? Serves you right, friends.

This entry was posted on Monday, July 11th, 2005 at 9:58 am and is filed under Comedy, Progress.