Thursday, April 05, 2007
I am most certainly dying from an erratic uncontrollable smothering chest cold. I have a treatment deadline for a music video due tomorrow which I most certainly will not make. Accordingly, tomorrow night I must cancel my plans and cozy up in my attic bedroom to pump out the finished version of the pitch script. Thankfully, I finished all of my forensics research yesterday, so my own rotting corpse does not have to spend friday night shacked up, looking queasily at photographs of dead bodies. However, I do have to write about them deep into the evening, which will put my mind in a most compromised state. Oh the things we do for arts sake! Woe is me!