I'm tired. Well, tired doesn't really do it justice. I'm in that state where all I want to do is sleep, and I can't. I decided that it would be a good idea to work an eight-hour shift yesterday, and then go do a nine-hour film shoot. Some independent, I don't even know what it's called. A friend of mine is working on it, needed a bit of help, and I thought, 'sounds like fun, hanging out, getting a bit of new experience...' Always good to have a back-up plan for when work is slow. Not that I'm anywhere near being able to walk onto a proper set and be of any use at all. Doing things like bringing "a 4X2 on a baby" to the director of photography still require a lot of thought on my part. But no one yelled at me, and that's a good sign I think.

I got in at about 7:30 this morning. At this point I'd been up for over twenty-four hours, but I was wired and needed to stay up a bit longer and wind down. So I messed around on the computer until I felt tired, crawled into bed, and didn't wake up until the landlords turned on the earthquake machine at noon. Seriously, I don't know what it was. They’re normally pretty quiet, but it sounded like they were trying to break into our suite through the ceiling. Maybe it was just because I was asleep, I don’t know.

I was supposed to be working again tonight, but the camera operator can’t make it. The shoot’s been delayed by almost a week, mainly because of snow. It doesn’t snow much in Vancouver, so it freaks us out a little bit. Yeah, we’re a bunch of weenies. Unexpected day off; I should be doing laundry or something. Yup, I sure should. But I think I’m just going to lounge around, maybe play The Sims a bit (yes it’s lame, and I don’t care). I should probably eat too. We’ll see. The goal is to stay up late tonight and sleep in tomorrow. That way I’ll be able to do day two of the shoot on Sunday night and still be able to pull a full day on Monday morning. We’ll see how that goes. My weekday gig is pretty flexible, so if I’m dying I can go home. I don’t want to though, since I kind of need the money. Being an adult sucks.