I'm writing this in my bra, with wet hair dripping down my back, right before I commence with the business of drying said hair and putting it in pigtails.
I have, indeed, consigned the next two days over to a film crew that will pay me no money, but feed me well. And since it's the first time in over a month that anyone has asked for my labor, I might as well take them up on it.
This means driving to Redondo Beach (aka - way way away) for ten hours of labor - before going to campus and helping out with a sitcom rewrite session. And then, Thursday, I get to do it again! Except that on Thursday, immediately afterwards I get to drive to the valley and go to my cousin's graduation!
Well, I missed being active, I suppose. At least I get to sleep in on Friday - before getting up and driving to NorCal.
God, what a fun week this'll be. If I don't die, I'll be sure to report in.
I just have to keep reminding myself that I used to do this all the time. Fifteen hour days? Eat 'em for breakfast.