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When Am I Not Myself?
May. 16th, 2007 11:28 pmI went to my first ever Scottish dance class tonight, which in true Scottish fashion consisted of a little bit of hopping and a lot of spinning around until you're dizzy. Spinning + whiskey = fun times.
Otherwise, I mainly continue to attend classes and talk to people about odd props I need in case they say "yes! I have exactly that!" In this way, I have already scored a lifesize painted metal peacock, potential cast members willing to get naked, suggestions of places that look like airport lobbies but are not airport lobbies, and an agreement to do my laundry. (The last has nothing to do with filming; I just need to do my laundry.)
My body has finally caught up to missing Ciro, and is once again becoming an abstract object. As such, I am fascinated by its growths and secretions - snot, hair, earwax, fingernails. When I remember to do stretches, the tug of muscles and tendons is amazing.
Otherwise, I mainly continue to attend classes and talk to people about odd props I need in case they say "yes! I have exactly that!" In this way, I have already scored a lifesize painted metal peacock, potential cast members willing to get naked, suggestions of places that look like airport lobbies but are not airport lobbies, and an agreement to do my laundry. (The last has nothing to do with filming; I just need to do my laundry.)
My body has finally caught up to missing Ciro, and is once again becoming an abstract object. As such, I am fascinated by its growths and secretions - snot, hair, earwax, fingernails. When I remember to do stretches, the tug of muscles and tendons is amazing.
