The Stars Are Completely Wrong

So apparently we’re so busy making this film that we didn’t even notice the full moon was yesterday, and we’re only just now getting around to going crazy.

Rehearsal tonight was canceled. Dru, Anna, and Kim were there on time — total troopers, these guys — but I somehow had it in my head that we started an hour later than usual, and I shared this delusion with another of the talent. So we were late. By “late,” I mean, “neither one of us showed up at all.”

When Sabina called me, I experienced that moment of crystallization that means you knew something was wrong, you just didn’t really know. It’s like that feeling like you get when you’re in the dream when you go to school naked and it suddenly dawns on you why everyone’s looking at you weirdly. You know.

So I’ll do my best not to show up naked to rehearsal next time. Really, it’s the least I can do.

Sabina’s been pushing herself really hard, and that means putting the personal and professional life on the back burner. Do too much of that, and you end up with the kitchen on fire. And not even in the ‘if you can’t stand the heat’ kind of way.

Add that all together, and it spells, “Take the night, man. No, really. It’ll be okay.”

So. That’s that. See you on Monday.

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And while we’re at it: why do I have so many posts that revolve around me not being naked?

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