Tired...

Holy fuck, I'm tired.

Work's been nuts. We shoot in 3 weeks, and I think I've still got, like, 30 scripts left to write.

I'm not stupid. I know a lot of people think that writing scripts for 1 to 5 year olds would be a really easy and fun thing to do. But when you're in the midst of writng 80 scripts with a deadline looming that is not exactly reasonable, it gets a bit difficult.

I'm not complaining. I'm lamenting. I like to think there's a difference.

Also, I was in Winnipeg over the weekend, attending a wedding of two very dear friends. There was a delightful mix of Toronto and Winnipeg peers and comrades. A wonderful time was had by all, but let's face it...weddings are draining. Emotionally and alcoholically. Plus all the flying and running around, and it's worn me right down.

And it's not over yet. I'm going back out on tour tomorrow morning. Ten days in Cape Breton and Moncton. And there's a ton of stuff I'm trying to accomplish in the one day I have at the office. This means that I probably shouldn't be writing in my blog right now.

But fuck it.

Also, I'm submitting a package to the Canadian Comedy Awards. It's for last year's Fringe Play, Plan Live from Outer Space. Now, normally I don't really go in for the whole "Pay Attention to Me!" popularity-fest of awards ceremonies, but I figured getting a nomination would be a good excuse to party and drink with my friends, so what the hell? The problem is that today is the one day I have to get everything submitted. One more thing on my already heavy plate. Oh well...it will all seem worth when I'm drunk on a train to London...

Go Plan Live! Go!

Okay, back to work. I know this isn't the greatest of entries. But owning a blog means that, from time to time, you get to bitch on it. Today is one of those days.

Being tired makes me grouchy.

Jim Out.