My Milkshake

Shooting my grad film, which means that last night the crew was holed up in a closed gym and spent quite a lot of time playing around on the weight machines while waiting for setups. Amazingly, I am not sore at all, although I did feel kind of ill late in the evening because all I had to eat was Little Debbie snack cakes. (Zebra Cakes = huge hit.)

This film will complete my informal "alienated young women going through sci-fi-inflected existential crises" trilogy. I am tired from being in the sun all day, and I smell like sunblock.