The Turkey's The Turkey, You Turkey.
Bad idea. I got in at about 7 tonight - after my trip home lasted 2 hours longer than it should have thanks to wretched weather and the usual post-holiday trek en masse back to the city. Fucking awful. And I am coming down with something - and not just a little bit, like A LOT. I am coming down with a lot of something. I blame the wee little germ carriers I swooshed through the air and cuddled and kissed. They may look innocent...
Anyway, here I am home finally and in need of a good, long sleep, but what am I doing? I decided now was the time to edit my scene from the short indie film I did last spring, so I can upload it onto my YouTube page. So that's currently what I am doing - waiting and staring at a little circle of status dots, wishing for them to stop circling and to tell me whether my last hour and a half were pointless or not.
Before leaving for home I sent off a few postcards. I casually mentioned I was in a show - a comedy - running in December, but left out the details. That's all I can think of to do, for now. And shortly hereafter I'd like to touch-base with them again to say, "TA DA! My reel is updated!" Of course, my major conversion issues still remain... so, at the very least, I hope I can say, "Ta da. I've uploaded a scene (comedic!) from a film I shot. Woo."
Still uploading.
*achoo*
I don't want to go to work tomorrow...
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