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Goddamnit! Today was like being an amputee towel boy with mono in a fast forward copy of the 7th ring of hell. I am too tired to write, I was unable to proceed with my designs on set, I can hardly think right now. My legs ache, my back hurts, my teeth need brushing, my bowels are extremely unstable. I will not even refer to the specifics of today's activity, as they are too draining and demeaning to even consider in retrospect. Instead, I will free-form write, off the top of the dome as they say, if only to loosen my writing fingers and alleviate the mental diarrhea that accompanies my intestinal cramping: poopmonkeybreakbeat motherfuckers dirt and lightbulbs girlie lamp post donkey fucker boom box i think this is shit beat ass all day now let's party dance party fuck the world let's try a good farting session of doom and death rock star monkey motherfuckers.
blergh,
Wednesday, August 12, 1998: Production Day 18
