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ASK NOT FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS…

Two more days of work… Then it’s summer vacation for me kids.

And it’s just about time, because I don’t think I could go another day without popping some jackass in the mouth.

The makeup chicks are on my last fucking nerve. The lead actress has PMS this week and has decided that she’s going to take it out on me. My boss has started working on another show. The problem with that is that he’s still on THIS show. So he’s checked out. I think he thinks I’m going to completely wrap the trailer down and put everything in storage for him.

Heh. Fat fucking chance of that. I’ll wrap the wigs for my one actor, pack my shit, and get the hell out. I wrap for no one but me.

APARTMENT TETRIS

I just moved my desk out into the living room. Which is going to take some getting used to, but I did it so that I could put a washer and dryer in my kitchen. The guy who is doing it was supposed to do it 6 weeks ago. Where was he? I don’t bloody know. I guess he was busy. Anyway, it’s just one more step towards my never leaving the house. I’m knitting a booga bag right now in anticipation of felting it in my own washer. For those of you who have no idea what I just said, it’s okay. It’s secret code for sarkasmo and mommylap. Move along, nothing to see here.

THIS CHICK NEEDS A VACATION

Boy, do I ever. Well, I am going to remedy that pronto. Next Sunday the boy and I are going to Vegas. Where I will gamble, sleep, get my groove on, eat, get massaged, and all other manner of relaxing yet naughty, naughty fun. Maybe after that I won’t be so bitter. And tired. (we worked ALL night friday. In the pouring rain. Which may explain my extreme bitterness this episode)