By tully | "Boredom at Its Boredest" by Michael Tully June 1, 2005 at 4:30AM


Yesterday morning bode unwell. The sky a dark cloud and the air thick, dripping liquid. We needed the opposite of this to finish our gargantuanly important scenes. Rather than reschedule to today, as the weather threatened to be as unpleasant as what we were facing at that moment, we went ahead anyway. Fifteen hours later, we wrapped, mission accomplished.

Trying to direct actors who are too drunk to remember what you politely suggested they do just thirty seconds before is a frustrating task, to put it tenderly. I almost flushed my head down the toilet at one point, then I almost slammed a bottle of liquor myself and gave in to the debaucherous dark side that I embraced myself for so many wasted years of my lame, lazy life, but instead I shot baskets for several minutes at the next door neighbors' (a nine foot rim, so I could literally dunk my frustrations away) and soon my sanity was restored.

That said, Richard and Jamie Dawson, who play Hurricane Mike and Helen, are two of the most beautiful people I have ever encountered in my life.

Ups and downs. Yins and yangs. Goods and bads. Wets and dries. Blahs and blahs.

A day off and then one last push to the finish. I have never been one to believe that the world owed me one fucking favor (a loving family is enough), but after this exercise in patience and stamina, I could use some lightness in my life. Maybe not something as magical as true love, but a crush on a sane, inspiring, pretty girl would be nice.

Enough whining for today. Sorry, kids...

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