No Sleep = Verry Creative!

I haven't slept in like a week. Saturday was full of production work (on both ends of my professional spectrum- independent AND full time job) and Sunday was no better. I hardly had enough time to take a shower... and sure as hell had no time to wash my laundry (which, by the way, really REALLY needs some attention). Then Monday comes along and sleep decides to go on vacation.

We shot the poker show on Monday. Geezus.

Get up 6am. Pack my car with the craft services I bought Sunday (on last minute notice for 70-odd people), and get to set by 7am. Stay on set until 9am when I have to go back to the office to do some work in preparation for set that night. WORK MY A** OFF until around 3pm when I finally get called to go back on set.

Set is chaos. Not only is this the first time we've done this particular show (we're filming the pilot episode), but because of faulty management we only had today to prepare for it. So any misc. work... um, like EVERYTHING... gets stuck on the supporting players. That means me. Run around. Get the LP's working. What's wrong with the mic cube? What happened to the talent? Print out 20 copies of-, and 40 of-, and hand them out to -,-, and -. No more ice! Kev's in the production truck! HFBOUEFHOFJFJFNOIEJFDHFOHFIJFPIJE! NOW!!!

Around 1am (when we are supposed to be wrapping up) I step on a nail. A big A** nail. One big enough to go through the sneakers I have on and pinch pretty hard.

1:45am- we have no more tape stock! Go back to the office and get more!

OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh.... and have we got a story THERE. Geezus. Guess what happens to me when I go back to the office to get tape stock? I run in, grab everything betaSP I can find, run back down, drop half of everything I am carrying, run to my car, grab for my keys,

and realize that my keys are sitting in front of me inside my car.





AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



so long story short somehow I get a PA to come pick me up and bring me back to set. The crew didn't have to wait too long, but we still didn't wrap until 3am. When I get home me and Darryl tear apart my apartment looking for my keys because I have to be back on set in 5 hours to deliver the food in the trunk of my car. Can't find my spare keys. Realize that they are in my glove comF*&&#T*partment, and wait until 5am for a locksmith to come drive me to work to unlock my car.

Locksmith wedges his supplies through my window and DROPS the main tool he uses to jack open my car INTO my car.

&*$%#

Finally get my car back and open at 7am. Go home to sleep for an hour. Get up and go to work.

Kids- that was just Monday. My whole week has been like this. I've probably had about 7 hours of sleep since Sunday, most of them having been on Sunday night.

But the cool thing about it is that somehow my mind has gone mad with ideas. You see- as well as starting this blog I bought a bunch of little note pads to put in misc places like my purse and bedside table to jot down any interesting story ideas I had. And BOY have these ideas been coming out! I filled up one I had and am halfway through the second. AWESOME. Lesson #1 for my week: Sleep deprivation is good for the creative soul!

Lesson #2 for my week: It is not good for anything else.