The Fridays we shoot are slowly developing a pattern -- much busyness throughout the day, followed by a two hour period of quiet. Literally. I put up signs and everything. Let sleeping producers lie, everyone knows. The phones are always silent.
So I'm here for another hour and then down to the stage to watch the show tape. And that'll be fun, and then it'll be the weekend.
Busy weekend ahead. Tomorrow got booked up super-quick, and then Sunday will be spent doing the things I didn't have time for Saturday.
But in the meantime, I will sit here and think about the Garden State soundtrack that refuses to leave my car stereo, the bubble bath in my cabinet and the bed with clean sheets.