Eat My Bliss!
Got home from set at 3am. Slept for 4 hours and got up to go back to do a scene at Mt. Tabor park. Got home at 11am and took a pic in my costume as sleep deprivation was beginning to take over and the sun shone through the front window after being in a misty rain all morning in just a white summer dress. I took the shot and then fell asleep in my makeup.
One scene left to go and perhaps one or two pick up scenes. YAY!
The Craigslist adventure is coming along famously. I got off set early tonight and was actually home before midnight which is nice, then I stayed up late trying to respond to the emails.
I work at the coffee shop with Spitfire tomorrow and then go back to set in the evening. I’m currently so sleep deprived that I’m almost delirious. It came to my attention last night at about 2 am, that possibly – just maybe – I have overbooked myself.
I’m not saying I have for sure, just that two jobs, an internship and nights full of movie making are starting to crunch my health habits. I haven’t been to the river to do my walks since June, I’ve eaten fast food twice in two days, the laundry is needing done, the bills paid and I desperately need to go grocery shopping (hence the fast food).
I haven’t sat down to write in a couple of weeks and the absence of that rhythm is making me cranky. It might not have been the best timing ever to post an ad on Craigs.
That being said, it’s also this fullness of things in my life that make me happy, that’s contributing to the awareness that I would love to tell someone about it, share it, giggle about it with someone who is interested.
Meanwhile, I’m plugging along. So tired I can barely type, thank god for spell check. So tired that I tripped over a hump in the sidewalk last week and didn’t even TRY to catch myself. I simply resigned myself mid-fall, “this is gonna hurt” and it did. Face first on my duffle full of costumes at 4 in the morning – I went down hard, bleeding knees and just laid there for a second and thought, “Maybe I’ll just sleep here.” What kills me is that I didn’t even attempt to put my hands up. From across the street it must have looked hysterical.
Despite it all – I love it. I’m having fun. I’m pushing my limits and dancing with chaos and I haven’t felt his alive, tired and alive in longer than I can remember.
I just keep reminding myself – it’s temporary. In a week or so I’ll be done and back to a rhythm that is easier to manage.
Now to sleep.
