I am exaggerating. But, let’s pretend I’m not and let me rant about all of this, yes? Ok good. Here we go…
After I get out of work tonight, at 6:00 PM, I have to wait around for an hour to meet with an actress. Then, I have to pick up baking supplies and bake into the night while also embarking on a super secret special project and sewing the costumes for my film this weekend. Also, I have to pack. And find my lost bottles of liquid latex. Fuck. Thursday, I have to go to my internship and tell them that I have to leave early and that I also won’t be in the next day and apologize profusely for continually flaking out on them even though I really love it there. After I leave, I must proceed to SVA and assist in campaigning for my friends (The Fresh Princes) who are running for student government. At 5:00 PM I have to pick up my copious amounts of equipment with Sarah and probably only Sarah, then drive back to my house in Brooklyn where we will have to prep some ‘actors’ and then pass the fuck out. Friday, we’re shooting all morning in Canarsie … then breaking for lunch back at my place, driving to New Jersey and shooting until Sunday. It is at this point that I do not know what happens next. This may or may not be the true source of my anxiety.
OH … and I’m getting my period.
