And I have to do the same shit again in January.
...my sister telling me that the only reason I'm invited to her wedding is because she needed someone to film, but doesn't want to pay, is probably the shittiest.
II just ran all the numbers, and I would need to have 12 people reserve DVD copies of my last film just to be able to afford the software and hardware to make them, and make them seem professionally made.
Fuck you, math.
In response to this random blog about not getting the Darth Vader figure I wanted as a kid I decided to order one, and finally correct my childhood. It arrived today, and like a child at Christmas, I tore the box open, only to find...it's the wrong figure. Vader's helmet doesn't come off. It's like my childhood all over again.
Back to therapy.
Oh well, guess that gives me time to brainstorm yet another dark comedy short film (I just can't stop writing).