laboring through the holidays

afternoon of New Year's eve.

getting myself another slight fever.

my head making this clunking sound (or maybe there was no sound...it just FELT like something was clunking inside) each time I'd get up from a supine position.

and it seems like the work that has to be done will go on and on and on, straight through the 12 midnight and over to the new year.

sigh.

it's alright. to work for no payment. this is all about love, anyway. past, present, and future.

a week to go before shoot. help us, lord. no other option but a good film.