“The days will be very long,” they warned. “But there will be some downtime.”
I try to stay awake, but I’m falling asleep as I write this, in front of Susan no less. She’s tired too, but she continues answering emails past midnight. Who keeps sending her emails at this hour? If she falls asleep she will drown in overages. If I fall asleep I will have to touch a dirty tampon again. It’s worth it.
When my eyes close somebody takes a picture of me, and then I get summoned. My couple hours of promised downtime does not arrive in one solid chunk, but spread over the fourteen-sixteen hour workday. Everybody works hard. I’ll reconsider why I’m doing this in a longer post. For now I’ll head over to set.