Put in a good work day today. Legitimate stuff. Slept for nine hours last night, so of course I can't sleep now. Fuck. I've slept in my own house for three night in a row (counting tonight). I think it's a record since I've lived in Troutdale.
My commercial shoot on Monday went really well. I had to dress like it was cold outside, despite the fact that it was close to 90 degrees on the overpass where I was standing. They had to mop the sweat off my face during the close-ups. Ultimately, I played a great depressed guy. I brought a bottle of Jack Daniels with me that morning. The director said "we don't need any props for this shoot." I said "what props."
Just kidding.
I wish this blog bored me as much as it bores you; I'd be asleep right now.
GOOCH:tired.
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