Done.

well... almost.

We still have a couple pick-ups to film. &$%#@. It turns out that a mag on our camera LEAKED during some major scenes and consequently our shooting schedule had to expand to replace what we lost. Ah well... I was missing the on-set experience anyway. We "finished" Sunday night and on Monday and Tuesday I was ssssssssssooooooooooo depressed at work that I hardly got anything done. Lots of boo-hooing and such.

Through all that I figured that filmmaking must be my destiny. I literally felt like I was going to DIE if I couldn't escape from work and go film something (and folks- I work in a PRODUCTION STUDIO and I felt like this). I spent all of my work time pondering on what to do about this. I think Kev and Val noticed my low mood, too, because they told me I could go eat out for my lunch break.

Thanks Kev and Val.

I think I know what to do. Although I'm pretty much happy and secure in Miami (with a job in production and a cozy home), I've decided that I have to move to California. HAVE TO. Pete, Andy, and Erick are going there in March to promote the film and I should be there. Producers duty!... I dunno. I proposed the deal to them and they seemed pretty okay. I hope they don't think I'm butting into their plans (which I am) but I sincerely can't stand it anymore. I guess I know how my parents felt now when they decided to move from the Philippines to the US. HORRIBLY SCARED but EXTREMELY EXCITED at the same time.

I hope Darryl decides to come. That would be awesome. I know I can live without him, but I'd prefer not to try anytime soon. After all- STAR WARS is coming out soon. If I move to California and he doesn't how will I see it with him and Dave? He has to come with me! Then David will have no choice BUT to come see it in Cali (at the famous Chinese Theatre with the hands and feet sidewalk, nonetheless!).

Final (Very Random) Note:
I got a new fish. His name is Jughead- Shivonne named him. I don't think he likes life. He just sits around and acts dead all the time. I miss Archie.... and sadly I finally figured out where he went. I brought home his bowl and filter to prepare it for Jughead and me and Darryl decided to clean out the filter cuz it smelled. Well- guess what happened next.

Yeah... Archie fell out. Clumped and raw. I cried all night. It was all my fault- I was the one who bought the filter and didn't put the fish guard on it. I was the one who decided to leave Archie alone at work instead of bring him home with me. I KILLED MY FRIEND.

I'm sorry Archie. I miss you. :(