From about 8am on - I decided I was having one of those days if scripted by Zwick or those horrible people who wrote for Ally Mcbeale, as if fate decided to dish out small, strange problems and see how I'd react. Some were horrible, some were sad, some were strange, some were funny. All were either punctuated with a TV soundtrack stylings of some incidental music to convey "gosh - will I get through this one or not?"... It was a very fucking long day. And I have to be back in tomorrow at 5am.
In the meantime - my movie is playing at the little theater in about 40 minutes from now and I've no idea it will be received because neither Rachel or I will be there... Oh well. Maybe today was my own form of strange Dogme movie?