daytrip to france, en famille. stock up the "wine cellar", obviously. quite a tame affair compared to some we've had though. bought a bottle of vodka for like 4 euros (about two quid!), a carton of fags for curly and some whisky for j. feel i should have actually asked more people if there was anything i could get them, but kind of forgot...
bill called to say first agent had rejected it. i was surprised by my lack of reaction to this. i didn't want to talk to him for long because obviously i'm in france so the phone call would cost me money or whatever, but i was surprised to hear from him (had figured it would be a buddy on the phone who i could call just shout "infrancecallyoulater" and immediately hang up. but it wasn't. i don't know if it's the fact that it's been so long, or what, but then i was sitting in the car wondering why i wasn't disappointed or anything. maybe it's because i just don't believe anything will happen. i don't think i will believe anything will ever happen until it's the first day of shooting and there's the AD shouting "we're going for a take" and everyone's in their positions. a looonnng way off. never never land.
new article published on knotmag today, the insomnia one, got the email once back in london.
waking life
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