I'm Barely Hanging On.

Trust me, I feel you on being tired. It's the allergens in the air. I totally feel like I'm walking around in a haze. I can barely hold my head up. I just got into work about an hour ago. I was still asleep when you went in this morning.

I got home last night around 9, so it was a 10 or 11 hour day. No biggie. I told myself I would watch Heroes and then go directly to bed at 10. Then I remembered my face is freaking out so I gave myself 30 minutes for a little cleansing, masking, and spot toning. Then I looked at email and downloaded music. Then it was 1:30. Then I opened my mail, including a letter from the IRS that says I didn't pay in 2003 and now I owe over $3300. I'm not kidding. What the hell am I supposed to do? That is not what one needs to see when going to bed. I'm a little freaked out. I mean, that's a LOT of money. And I totally thought I paid that off a year or two ago, but you've seen my apartment. You know I won't be able to find documentation of it. But I swear that was the thing I paid when the IRS sent the Big Boss a letter a long time ago saying they had to work something out with him so they could garnish my wages. And he told me to take care of it so he wouldn't have to deal with it. I'm so fucked.

Anyway. No, nothing exciting happened on the shoot last night. It was a snoozefest. I'm on the set again today until at least 11. We have two shoots, back to back. The Powers That Be decided that since we shoot like that when we're on location, we can shoot like that all the time. Because, you know, their staff needs no time for recoup or to actually do any of the post-production on anything. I'm so fucking behind on my deadlines.

I feel another panic attack coming on. I think you might have to come through my apartment with me and help me decide what to sell on ebay. You know I love my stuff, but how else am I going to pay the IRS? Fuck. I'm going to freak out in a minute. And this killer headache isn't helping.