Bizarre feeling of impending doom today. I'm guessing it's a combination of the stress from yesterday and the dingy gray skies today, but the pets were being weird this morning too. They did not want me to leave. Of course, they could have just been attention pigs more than usual. And I have been neglecting time with the pets; I haven't even seen Dorky in days, but for a brief glimpse of him on the couch before he ran and hid.
Last night I dreamt that I was a zombie, and I was eating somebody. I think I may have actually been chewing on one of my pillows.
I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed by stuff as of late. I suppose it's because there is actually an overwhelming amount of stuff to do. I know that it really just takes small sustained bursts here and there, but I can't help seeing the big picture.
Tonight is set-building, or at least starting. Up to the Bruno abode to start some building in true propmaster style. And hopefully pick up a knife so I can start the casting process and get props ready in time for shooting next week.
Not panicking. Nope.
Okay, I have running through my mind recipies for what I should make for the Ultraviolet marathon. I think that means that somewhere in my head, I've decided to go.
Of course, leaving me to come up with some yummy sort of snack food that is themed toward vampires (or zombies for that matter) is always something that should be considered carefully.