Trashbag Ruby's bin'o'doom

I say the following things largely with an agenda of killing time, and under the influence of no sleep:

1. So, I'm going to build a robot that runs off my farts. It'll be awesome and strong and do all my bidding. The best thing is when I'm hungover and not feeling like doing things I'll probably have extra fuel for the robot. Also, I like chili beans. Also also, it's all my idea. George was not a creative party, and I will hire his rival to shoot the movie based off the inevitably popular comic that's bound to get made.

2. More Energy Commission recordings today. Layed down most of 'masturbate' and 'stank ass'. Apparently one of them has trumpet. Sick bro. Guitars and bass for 'stank ass' apparently not done due to pro tools/mac file transfer issues at TAFE. Hopefully sorted tomorrow.

3. I seem to be getting better at half winging presentations. This could be because I actually know something about the presentations I've done recently. It felt good to be able to do like 10 minutes of talking without needing to look at notes. Some bullshit, but plenty of good stuff.

4. Will hopefully have knocked off 2 film projects within a week or so, thus leaving me time to get on with the other non Reuben perpetuated project that I haven't even started (also assignments).

5. Really starting to doubt my 'cigarettes' film. Just have no time to fix the script/evaluate properly whether I need to. Feel like I need an EP to tell me what to change. Also, Hamish has moved, therefore I need to find another house. I also still need to cast the other parts and sort make-up/fx (vomit, maybe blood).

OK. Files transferred. Bed time now. Must get up early and return equipment then start editing more dance footage.