Avant garde, no?

So, anyway, I was madstyles with the television production today.

Madstyles, you slags. Fucking madstyles.

I woke up at 5. Actually, that's not true.

I woke up at 3, then I went back to sleep, then I woke up at 5 a few hours later, as one is wont to do.

I was going to kind of... oh... just go back to sl.. eep until 5.30, and then I noticed the can of V that was sitting by my bed. I'd put it there to wake me up in the morning. So I drank it, and I lay in bed for about ten minutes, but then I was too caffienated to lay about anymore so I got up and did all that stuff one does in the morning and then I got in my car (which I entirely own as of two days ago, incidentally) and I had another V on the drive to Traralgon, and then I got to work and it was nearly 7 by this stage and I went and sat down in my edit suite and turned all my crap on and had another V and then I made some commercials and then it was 8:54 and I had my fourth and final V, bringing my entire V intake for the day up to 1 litre - that's right, twice the recommended daily intake... before 9am.

Then I was fucking jumpy twitchy all sorts of itchy for the rest of the day, making madstyles commercials and whatnot and TO HELL WITH THE FOURTH WALL, I would cry periodically as the people in one commercial showed a complete disregard for the aformentioned wall. GOOD ON YOU, I would shout, and then I would sing the two songs that I sung today which were, "I'm going to ignore you in my bathtub. (Baby)" and "I'm sorry, David Marr... I hit you with my car."

I don't have anything against David Marr, he's a top bloke, but you have to admit that his surname does rhyme with car. ADMIT IT, YOU BASTARD.


So, anyway, that was my day.

And how was yours?

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