2004-07-25 01:28:11 ET|
[ mood | cynical ]
[ music | Fiendflug - Vollstreckung ]
The dawg is being obnoxious tonight, and I'm not sure why. Well, actually, I have a pretty good idea, but she doesn't usually act this way when I've been at work. She barked, of course, when my roomate got home to tell whoever was out there "Hey, man, there be intimidating piznuppies up in here!" Even though she's the biggest cream puff I've ever met, next to my family dog when I was a kid. Anyhow, that was not out of the usual. What was out of the norm was that she would not settle down. As soon as I opened the door to go say hi, she rushed past me into the kitchen, due to her collarless state (I take it off at night because it jingles and wakes me up every time she moves), and met Max the cat for a fourth ugly time...and poor Waylon stuck in the middle. Luckily, save for a couple very minor scratches (scarily close to Ashby's eyes, but not in them), and a broken incense holder, everyone came out shaken, but otherwise ok.
I wish I could have a life. When I'm not at work, I'm cutting people's hair or working on the movie. It's been at least a month since I was able to sleep all day and lounge about with Ashby.
I am a super grumpy stressed out ball of yuckiness....but the movie is finally starting to come together. However, if history has anything to say about it, things will fall apart again soon enough. If they do, I'll help Waylon pick them up and put them back together again, as I usually do. I came to the realization a few days ago when I was thinking about quitting the movie, that if I left, the entire project would fall apart. Not only do I keep Waylon sane, but I am the only reliable makeup artist he's ever met. There is one other makeup artist working on this thing, too...but he's mainly dealing with animatronicy type stuff (baloons under the foam latex that make the face look like it's swelling, and the act of making someones jaw appear to drop off), where I deal with casting, molding, and application. Needless to say, I decided that I didn't hate life so much that I would risk a friendship and bail.
Anyhow, after the harrowing display in the kitchen I think I'm finally ready to attempt that thing called sleep again. Damn my aching neck. I need hot tubs soon, dammit.