Fine Line

Either my blog has become very boring or no-one goes on the internet anymore. I hope it's the latter.

I can't keep my eyes open. Last night was the wrap party for the film we shot. Put the event to good use by scoring points with my boss, but at a very high cost; sleep deprivation. I don't know how he does it. Maybe he's naturally an early riser. All I know is that I'm struggling, waiting for the moment that my body goes into overdrive and actually begins to function, but right now i'm stuck in second gear. (Bad analogy but had to use the word "overdrive" since Foo Fighters have become such close early morning companions, being the only lads who can keep me awake.)

I've developed a crush on someone. It's all very innocent, still very happy with current boyfriend, but it's quite interesting because I forgot what it felt like. (Basically he's just a big piece of homosexual eye candy.) The feeling reminds me of how I tingled in Port Alfred the first time I saw Michael (I think gay guys have a weird effect on me) and I can't tell if it's the crush or the reminiscing that tingles. Life is so busy lately that I've forgotten to take the time to think of old times and have a little inward laugh. But last night I did and it felt really good. That line between the ecstacy of the memory and disappointment that it'll never happen again always gets me going. Note to self: take time to laugh at stuff.

Must get back to editing soccer. Ugh.