Rockstar drinks. I wouldn't start rumors about a saintly group of people.
Nearing 1am. Why doesn't sleep come easily when I have such a limited amount of time for it? It should be there and waiting for me by maybe 12am.
Casting this weekend. Always casting. Couldn't Fernando's protagonist live in a world of rocks with chalk-drawn faces? Must he make my life hell?
He doesn't…
And can't…
At the moment…
I have an idea for a film with a very small cast… two men will be very angry with me. ;p
I begin every project asking myself, "Who do I need to get even with?"
I'm at the first time of my life where I actually feel compelled to share a feeling; a near mythical and illusive one.
I won't.
Goodnight.
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