Rain outside and I don’t have to be in it. It was meant to be a day of relaxation but inevitably the ghost of work. Thank God I’ve created this existence where things happen. I had to go on Microsoft Teams and be formal with people about some performative work that’s coming up. It’ll be a bit of work in the next week, but that’s nothing I’m not up for, and the rate is perfectly fine. Charity auction stuff so I’ll likely end up donating part of my fee, but round and round the mulberry bush we go until that weasel pops.
I’m happy to have a quiet day. I’ll be running a bath soon, and I had time to play with Boy and give him the strokes he craves. I ordered a curry for lunch and then heated up lentil pie for dinner. Then in the evening I rang someone a few times on my phone and sightread my side of a scene that he was filming. I’ll film my half in January. It’s just a phone conversation. All very gangster. I’m playing some high status London chancer gone over to the wrong side of the tracks. A friend of mine who really knows film but doesn’t know money. It’ll be arthouse, and but for the learning it won’t take up much time. If the conversation I’ve just had is any indication, the lead has only learnt a vague approximation of his lines so it kinda takes the pressure off to be perfect. But I will be.
Frank rang up as he was about to be disgorged at Battersea Park Station by Citymapper, for which someone needs to be shot. It was pouring with rain and it takes about a year to walk to mine from there. I went and grabbed him, we broke bread together. Now he’s warming up in bed and I’m gonna go lie in the bath and then finish either my book or GTA4 or both.
Sort of a day off. Doing nothing isn’t my special skill. I can feel a tired body holding me up. Some pampering is in order before I raise the octane for this auction. Here we go go go.
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