Somewhere between 8 a.m. yesterday and 3 a.m. now, I wish I could have slept more.

On tape tomorrow, I shall be haggard, and dark circles shall rein under my eyses. Yet, I was smart to have my character wearing rose-tinted glasses. The tint might hide a myriad of sins.

Still and alll, it’s a balance. “Acting” or whatever it is I tried to do in the daylight followed by a late night on account of a friend’s birthday. A couple of guys arguing the worth of Bukowski, some general talk about shows and whatnot. A seed perhaps deliberately planted for new shows, new ideas. A day and night both knowing that some folks think more similarly to me than I would have known by what 9-5 would allow.

Some people turn to coke to keep it up, and some to narcotic downers to rest. For me? I just wish on a normal night I slept more as it is.

Too bad a day of shouting for film ended in a night of shouting over music.

No rest for the wicked.