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.
FUCKING ADMIT IT! GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING SHIT FUCK...
So, anyway, that was my day.
And how was yours?