It’s a wonder I still have time to blog.
Remember on Tuesday I said this?:
Over the past two days … my schedulling diary suddenly exploded … All of a sudden, I now have two full-day shoots, one wardrobe fitting session, five auditions to attend, and one magazine article to research and write. (Link)
Well, God must have seen how pleased I was with this last-minute maniacal schedule because he started to think to himself: “How about let’s make her deliriously happy by adding another audition, another wardrobe session, two more rehearsals and one more 15-hour shoot to her already bursting week?”
Yes, he did.
There was actually more. On top of all that, I also had to reject two acting jobs and sacrifice one dinner party for which I have already paid.
All for this week.
I bet my next two weeks (maybe even two months) will be so eventless and free that I’ll even have time to count the number of bird droppings in the car park downstairs on an hourly basis.
That’s how screwy the life of a freelancer is.
And now I have to go to bed because I have to wake up at 5.30 am for a shoot.
(No, it’s all good, really. This is not a rant.)