Much weirdness yesterday afternoon. My movie slate was destroyed in some bizarre crap/gravity accident, and I was both attacked by the anxiety fairy and hit with something that felt like the mental equivalent of an allergy. I ended up leaving work to try and hit Cinequipt before they closed.
Things just went downhill from there. I got stuck in traffic, got rear-ended on an on ramp (no damage, but freaky), missed my escape slot and got sucked into rush-hour traffic on 94. I never made it to Cinequipt, so I ended up just noshing my way up to Casa de Bruno for the next night of shooting (more later).

All in all, the day sucked a big throbbing rock.

Today, nothing is going as planned. I ran out of gas this morning, able to make it to the SA but late for work. And I really want sleeeeeep.