This morning, I woke up cold and sick in middle of nowhere Nõmme, with nobody to make me pancakes. All the people I didn't see enough come to my mind, the shower is too hot, I'm late for the meeting, so overall mood is more depressing than usual. And then I come home and just remember, that I brought some whiskey in the bottom of my suitcase. I actually never drank it, but the thought alone, that I could, warms my heart.
For the third time already, I'm offered a surprise role in one of the assignment films. Not some passing guy character, not some sitting in a white room, like the first ones, no, a main character. A cool one, even, getting drunk and hunting for a girl, how cool is that.
Also, for one of the films, I am both a narrating voice, talking to characters, and a character. So I'm talking to myself. That's fucking weird. But, yes, my face will be all over the screens in a couple of weeks. Which is weird, because I have probably the worst facial skin in the school, but alright.
The only reason I am over the deadline is that my classmate and I are talking about dead people on facebook.
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