As I write this, there's a fly in my room that's really annoying me, so I've opened the window to try and usher him out. He's not getting the hang of it - they don't work in the same way as a, say, dog, or cat, they just do what they bloody want. So now I'm now I'm sat here in my pyjamas as the room is freezing hoping the fly will go because I won't sleep comfortably with him hitting my face constantly. Maybe the fly doesn't like the cold? And the reason why I'm writing this? Just because one day I'll look back on it and laugh at my current misfortune.
I feel a bit stressed right now. Film stuff, mostly.
Went to 'work' for 3 hours, achieved nothing. Spent the day with Mum and Dad, a bit grumpy but Dad's had a better day. It's like that at the moment; so up and down, quite dramatically. Sounds like yesterday was really bad.
Agreed to audition for a sitcom thing tomorrow afternoon, not quite sure what it is.
The fly has just gone, by the way. I can be warm again.
Confirmed the cinema for the premiere. They insist it's on screen 1, which is the biggest screen. It was made on my phone. How can this possibly be a good idea? Everyone is getting really excited about it.
Met up with my old mate Vicky and ranted at her a lot.
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