Bleah.

Still sick.

Still working.

The best boy razzed me all day about being sick at work, which apparently I've complained about to him before.

Someone kept stealing equipment out of our pile before we had a chance to count it, so the warehouse guys would have to go and get more stuff. .there are four shows loading at the same time, so who knows who it was.

Had a good time because the gaffer was there, and he's a ton of fun.

Not all the equipment got there on time, so we had to sit and wait - in the rain, as this rental house doesn't have indoor docks - for the rest of our stuff to get there.

Dammit, I hate it when I'm a hypocrite.

I always get pissed when folks go into work when they're sick, so I guess that makes me a big fucking hypocrite..

I'm still sick as a dog, but I got called to do two days loading a truck, which isn't heavy work, so I dosed up with cold medicine and went in.

What's shooting is pickups for a movie called "Goal" which shot mostly in England, and there's 10 days of stuff here.

This crew are the same folks who did "Memento" and "The Italian Job". I love these guys. They're maniacs, and I always have fun when I'm working for them. Unless I'm sick.

Then nothing is too much fun.

Very, Very Sick.

I have the flu from hell.

I feel like crap and I'm drinking this absolutely vile hippy shit given to me by The Sweater Queen (she has long flowing hair, long flowing sweaters, and dispenses all manner of curative hippy glop and goo) in the hopes of not getting knocked on my ass for two weeks.

At least I'm not working. I'd be pissed if I were missing work.

Dragged my sorry ass to the video store and rented a stack of DVDs since I'm anticipating being on the couch for a few days.

Speaking of the couch, it's calling my name, and my eyeballs feel kinda fuzzy.

Another Lazy Sunday

Woke up late - The Blonde and I went to the opening of some club - I can't remember the name. It's on Hollywood Blvd, just east of Highland, and it's all white inside. There's a raised "VIP" area with ugly white couches (I'm wondering what they're going to look like after a month of spilled drinks), and I think it used to be a crack house, but I'm not sure.. The gift bags sucked, too.. An issue of "Jane" and a compilation CD featuring the music of people I've never heard of.

Anyhow.. one of the girls from "The OC" (I don't know which one - I don't watch the show) was there, and she looked really, really bad..

Of course, I sicced The Blonde on her, trying to get her to do a cameo for us. It didn't work. Damn.

So, I woke up late today. Went to the Farmer's Market and then to the gym.

I don't think we're going to be able to shoot tomorrow.. the camera guy hasn't called me back, and The Drama Queen's in flake mode again.. Crap.. I REALLY need to get this thing finished.

I'm starting to stress.