God, it's still two days ago. It's so confusing, all day I will think that it is the 11th, when it hasn't been the 11th for, o say, 48 hours. Okay, talking about the fact that it isn't the 11th will only confuse you, so never you mind. It's Monday, it's Monday, it really is!

So, principal photography is finished! When we wrapped, just before losing the light, I yelled out, like in Iron Chef, "The Ol' Mange Battle is ovah!"

And what a battle it was. Not with each other, we were working together like a well-oiled machine, with the neighbourhood. The most constant refrains heard over the weekend, but especially on Sunday were, "Hold for jet!" "Hold for siren!" "Hold for motorcycle!" "Hold for cicadas!"

We decided that the only way to fix all this would be to either change the title of the film to "Ol' Mange and the Christmas Cicada" or have an establishing shot of an airport at the beginning. "Deep in the heart of the Ozarks, there was a house that happened to be real near an airport..."

We kept saying that we were sure that there wasn't usually so much plane activity around here, but it turns out, as Fran reported to us at the end of the day, that there was a helicopter going back and forth over our house all day long, like we're in Apocalypse Now or something.

We managed to do everything before losing the light, and we sat exhausted afterwards, watching some of what we had shot and shouting with laughter at times, marveling at how great it looks.

I'm so proud of us.

Now, we're not done done, we still need to do the graves, the dog toys, the truck, the photograph and the boy and dog. Which brings me to...

I need a child, I need a child, I need a goddamn child!!

Why is it impossible to find a little white boy with brown hair between the ages of six and ten in the New York area! Why is it that everyone who promises me a child then immediately drops off the face of the earth immediately afterwards!

If you know one, I really need one. No kidding. He wouldn't have to do anything but play with a puppy in a convincingly joyful manner. Jennifer suggested hanging out around pet stores, "Hey little boy, do you want to come over to myyyyyyy house? I have a reeeeaaaally cute little puppy there, and I could take pictures of you in your jaaaaaaaammies!"

Somebody, anybody, lend me your child!

What is the one thing that you need to be happy?

And we're still talking about our personal angels, our offices, bad driving stories, bad hair days, our sense of direction (or lack thereof), vocal tics, looking on disasters as blessings, To Do lists, feeling a great sense of accomplishment, and bad movies we love.

Today's horoscope:
Despite some impatience, you ARE making progress at work. Have faith that your dedication and talents will pay off in the end.

One year ago today:
Yeah, thanks for the tip, if I go into convulsions I'll try as hard as I can not to shrug it off as being meaningless!

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