Complicated

Things come together sometimes, even a last minute kinda project. I have some final details to work out, but Sunday looks to be a Fun Day of shooting and film stuff. Doing something will feel amazing. I need to stretch my film legs a little. Time remains my enemy though. Got location scouting with DP, camera checks, equipment woes, lighting foibles, and a little thing called the script to finalize. Plus another 13 hour work day staring me down and client edits the next day. Then a thorough cleaning of New Rossdonia is long over due.

My medical condition(s) require a much cleaner home than before. I can’t risk infections getting worse, so I clean exponentially more often. Laundry of both clothes and bedsheets increased substantially. Tea Tree Oil mixed in to make it a little more sanitary as well.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ve found a home for each of the two kittens. It’s been a fun week, but all good things come to an end. I don’t want to be That Guy. Two cats are enough. I love my boys, and as much as these two new creatures have blessed me with some affection and entertainment; time to say goodbye soon.

I have a heart. It’s hard to imagine, but true. I can be cruel. Mean. Terrifying. I am also sentimental. A stripper one told me a nugget of wisdom. See how a guy treats his pets and that tells you what kind of man he is. I treat my pets like they are my children and they are to be cherished, cared for, and loved like they are the entire world.

Strangely, I don’t want kids or to be a father. I think I’d be a shitty dad.

Or worse, a great dad who sacrifices everything of my own for them, which would leave me with little left over.

“Life’s like this, you fall and you crawl and you break and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty”
― Avril Lavigne