I know im not answering phone calls. I know that when I do I only talk about work. Text messages, emails and faxes never reach the destiny. Carrier pigeons its not an option. I know im not going out. I know I dont party for seven days in a row. I know im not going to party for at least ten more. But please, at the end of all this, no matter what...
Trying to do all the shipping of the films for the Festival from home only with Internet with all the symptoms of a gastroenteritis. This cant be good.
If at the end of the day I made it, i truelly believe I should win some kind of Oscar Award... or something like five cocktails in a row... that will make it as well! (Just make you sure you put no gin on it)