Thanksgiving with the Tools

After a few remarkably boring days off, punctuated by an unsuccessful update of the Entropia Universe that did not allow me to log in for two days, I am back on set and the day has just finished up at 3:30am. Not too bad, leaves me with three and a half mindless hours to kill.

Thanksgiving was fun this year. Everyone was very jolly and apparently there was a huge, delicious catered Thanksgiving dinner. I avoided it because it would've been bad form to plow through a plate and then pass out an hour after I got here. I suffered through a huge bag of McDonald's to induce a food coma so I could get a few hours nap in before arriving here. It is one of the most disgusting things I feel necessary to do when trying to switch over from days to nights. And I always feel guilty because I'm descended from the Scottish clan Campbell and I think its my ancestral duty to stab any McDonald I come across and watch them bleed out. Plus the awfulness of a McDonald's meal means that every free second I find while working I tear through doing crunches, push ups and hill climbs. It always seems like a good idea before the cash exchanges hands :(

This did end up being the most action packed Thanksgiving I've ever had. About an hour after I arrived everyone else left. Male cast members had been exposed as a bunch of cheating scumbags, which should have just been a "HA! I knew it!" moment but apparetly was more a heartbreaking, weeping, emotional tornado. Female cast members decided to blow off steam with some drunken skinny dipping, also pretty par for the course. Except then one of them said the wrong thing and four hours later they finally stopped screaming at each other. And they were screaming loud. I'd estimate the two main houses on this property are a quarter mile from each other and you could hear them clearly between the two. Extra funny was that the first hour of screaming happened while five of them were naked in the pool. Never a dull moment in reality tv land.

Even funnier is that most of them are that trashy New York/New Jersey/ Canadian hot that I find irresistably charming. I've never been able to figure it out. It's just a weird thing I have.

Weather was surprisingly calm tonight, first night I heard the coyotes howling. Probably still pissed when the other guys who works the graveyard shift ran over Monday night while racing around on our little transport vehicle. I always miss the real exciting stuff :)

Other than those tidbits, nothing else going on really. I'm tired, but not so tired I won't last until 7. Should be easy to get to sleep and stay asleep when I get home, fingers crossed. Work is like a novocaine shot to my brain. I don't think, I don't worry, I just get a list of stuff to accomplish and then accomplish it. When the list is done, the laptop comes out and off I go on me own :)

Nice and simple. ;) 2 hours 45 minutes to go.