Sunday, December 26, 2010
It is 8:12 a.m. the morning after Christmas. A Sunday. It's gray as hell out there and blowy. And cold. And there's a windchill factor of 30 degrees. I don't usually pay attention to that windchill factor but today I believe it.
And either I've slightly re-injured my leg or else it's about to rain. Sleet?
But so what?
Or, actually Facebooks. Whatever.
We're supposed to meet up here:
That's me in the middle. How cool is that?
We're supposed to finish up filming today. I hope his new ending includes some dark and foreboding weather.
I better go put on my make-up so I can look like this:
Yikes! I'm so old!
But who cares if I get to make faces like that?
I'll scare little children and frighten hardened criminals.
I believe I love it.
Happy Sunday, y'all.