In Macs at East Coast, 10.04 on the morning. Mark's having a hash brown. I'm feeling a bit down; maybe it's PMS, maybe it's the fact that my cam konked out on me this morning and the tape with yesterday's footage is stuck inside. I think it died when I dropped my bag at the MRT yesterday. Either that, or it got wet. I think it's because I dropped it. So does Mark.
At least I think yesterday went well... I haven't been able to watch the footage. At any rate, I don't think we'll have to reshoot anything from yesterday. It was fun, with the water and all, and how beautiful the beach was. Beer on the beach as the sun was setting... mmm. Of course, we didn't actually see the sun setting. It had been rainy all day, and we spent over $27 and an hour in taxis. We'll play the waiting game with the weather I guess.
Meant to blog about the museum on Sunday... Met Pauline again after a very long time. Duty with Pauline is always fun. She is now the greeter liaison person, and in these few days has already been working very hard, getting lists from me, making suggestions...
Anyway. Recently I haven't had much of an appetite, which is surprising/shocking/o_o-worthy. I eat a bit, then I get full. It's annoying sometimes, because I want to eat more. My brother says I'm fat and should play golf, but my mum thinks I'm okay and I think I need some sort of a waist. Anyway, I hope I get over this by the time we go to Foster's and Royal Co-dunnohowtospell with Janice and maybe other people.
Okay. Filming now. Stella refuses to eat. Philip doesn't pick up the phone. Fysh not replying. Mark has a blog. Bye.