She Thinks She's the Passionate One

It's "Spirit Week" at the production office where I'm working. (I had to look that up to figure out what it was.) Each day, a new theme dress code.

Tuesday: "Band t-shirts".
Wednesday: "Nerd"
Thursday: "Converse Day"
Friday: "Cinco de Mayo"

Tuesday, covered.
Wednesday, sorta covered.
Thursday... might be a little tricky.
Friday's... way too open.

Clearly, my spirit is the glue that keeps the office together.

Tonight, 8pm, I'm supposed to get some feedback/notes on my latest draft... but I can never be sure it's happening until the call actually happens...

Afterwards, I've got to hit a social engagement I agreed to. It's downtown. Tribeca. What a long day.

All I want to do is get this script to where it needs to be. Every little delay is an agony.