12 July
I can't believe that I didn't update yesterday and no-one commented! Not a single e-mail! Not a sausage!
I guess the sun doesn't rise and set up my ass nearly as much as I tend to think it does!
And why did I not update?
Not that anyone cares, clearly (heeheehee--feeling guilty yet?), but what happened was that Tracing and I went to Amanda and Jeff's wedding, and we met Renee (she really does sound like Holly Hunter!) and I took many a roll of film and had a great time and I'm not allowed to give more details than that, since we're telling the story for Metajournals.
My point, though, is that we left Millville at 12.45a, and I walked through my door at 5.15a, due to being lost from 1.30a to 3a!
I fell into bed at 5.25a...and got up at 10.15a to blow up the publicity pics from the other day. Unfortunately, I couldn't find the list with the order on it. I was certain that I had brought it from work, but I couldn't find it anywhere.
So I went into the city and found Philip at rehearsal, asking him if he still had the list, and he told me that he had returned it to me with the contact sheet. And had he told me that he had done that, I wouldn't have had to go all the way back home to get it!
So I blew up the pictures and I delivered them to Philip, who asked me to take them to the publicist, but I couldn't find her place because I had written the address wrong, but I rang and found her and dropped them off, and I was just so tired that I really wanted to just go home and die, but I went round work to see Nik instead.
We went out to dinner. I was a little loopy. I dropped food down my front about eight times. It looked as though I had never eaten with a fork before.
So you see, I couldn't possibly have written my entry at 5.15a when I got home, and I couldn't possibly have written my entry at 10.15a when I got up (too sleep-deprived to manage to write coherently, and besides, I had to leave the house, and I only got home so late that there was no point!
So I hope that that is an adequate explanation for my transgression, and I promise it won't happen again!
One year ago today:
"But it won't say "Lancôme" on it!"
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