Shooting a couple of scenes tonight. Some good stuff, I think. I seem to have lost my objectivity.
Perhaps some sleep will soften the stool of my sensibility.
Woke up this morning, let the dog outside. There is snow. Crawling back into bed now.
This is not Old Man Winter. This is Crazy Psycho Bitch Winter.
My shoulder has been bugging me a lot, enough that I spent most of the day in bed soused up with NSAIDS. On top of that, some sicky-icky stuff that…