| Discontentment.. |
[10 Aug 2004|01:49am] |
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music |
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Linkin Park - By Myself |
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It breeds sloppiness in the work place. I wasted about 40 frames of film this afternoon because I just wasn't paying it proper attention. My mind has been elsewhere recently, and I've been feeling very restless.
I finally gave it up and headed back to my flat to just veg out with some DVDs and a few glasses of freezer cold vodka. I need to make a few calls and arrange to get someone new into my position at work so I can get out of this God forsaken city. State. Christ.
I'm sick of all the teeny boppers and wanna-be movie stars mistaking me for someone who can get them to the stars or into the movies. I'm not that man. I don't even get to meet the stars, though the producers do ask me to do walk ons from time to time. I always turn them down.
I prefer the quiet of the editing bay, the solitude of the process when the producers and directors and writers are all gone doing whatever it is they do.
Maybe I'll miss it, but maybe I won't. I guess that all remains to be seen, cause I am getting the Hell out of here.
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