It’s four-o’clock in the morning, the lights are on and I’m talk-talk-talking to myself
Well then.
It’s my late day for work, which means of course that I must stay up far, far later than those late hours are supposed to entail. On the other hand, I did some great work for the film tonight, and we are ready. It’s going to be a lot of fun to be the A.D.; I have the privilege (nay! the duty) to order everyone about and make sure everything is accomplished on time. I essentially set the rules and the procedures, and if they all follow my orders, everything will come out swimmingly. ;) I already warned the director that he is by no means immune. :)
Meanwhile, I brought my 3 rolls of film in to Adray, and I patiently explained to them why it was impossible for my own camera to have caused the deep scratches in my film. They heartily agreed and said they’d “give the young lady a stern tongue-wagging” tomorrow, and they’d call me and let me know what they could do about it. Since I think they mis-charged me anyway, I was fine with leaving them there for them to examine further.
The pictures from Katrina’s wedding weren’t much of a loss anyway, because I happened to grab the final roll, which is mostly throw-away shots. The pictures from Ani’s wedding were quite beautiful (the couple’s dance, mostly), and I’ll correct them and I’m sure she’ll love them right up. And the third roll is totally unimportant, just the “dip stuff in chocolate, peanut butter, or cheese” party at my place.
Now I need to wrap a few things for tomorrow, prepare for a fun and totally exhausting weekend, and get maybe 3 or possibly 4 hours of sleep before my ultra-hectic friday at Ze Crain Office.
I may be exhausted and still acting a bit like I inhaled an entire cat, but I feel quite blessed by all you fine folk who tell me regularly how much you love me. This is the time of year that I listen to the song, “I will not take these things for granted” over, and over, and over again, because that is the last thing I want to do.