For one thing, this Charles Sturt Uni Shiraz is highly quaffable and enjoyable. As is the stir fry Theresa made (enjoyable, not quaffable.)
In the background, iTunes is throwing out a random mix of songs. I don't do that often - I like listening to albums or picking and choosing songs. But so far, I haven't has to skip anything, despite going from Madonna to System of a Down to Mike Oldfield to Meat Loaf. Songs that I don't normally hear, but worth a listen all the same.
I did some more filming today for the short film. Whoever would have thought that a simple 5 minunte film would require 3 afternoons? (More, since there's still a bit to do.) I love Emmett dearly, but by God, someone needs to get this boy some Ritalin. I thought today might have been easier, as Phoebe wasn't there, but he quickly developed a good rapport with Libby and much fun was had. (But not quite to the point where I had to drag out that favourite quote, "get a room".)
Don't mention how much editing I have to do, or I will punch you in the nose.
The Nosebleed Section is playing now. Have I mentioned how disappointed I was with the Melanie CD I bought?
Thanks to Emmett for recommending Daft Hands. One day I'll be able to tolerate the talented people in life. Even if that talent is moving hands really quickyly.
And now, there is work to do.