Something I am putting on my skin is taking the paint off my watch. I'm thinking it's the sunblock. Weird. I wonder if this has ever happend to anyone else.
Two of my coworkers, Quinn and Lauren, have written a horror film script with the all the crew members as characters in the story. I have not read the final draft, but I hear I am one of the killers. The other killer is Dave, who is a crew chief. Apparently we want to steal everyone's per diem so we can go to Reno, NV to get married. For those of you that know my love of pears (hmmm ... that's probably everyone), in one scene I give one crew member, Mika, a poisonous pear. Thrilling. They talked about trying to sell it to a production company so look for a horror film about archaeologists in the future.
Tomorrow marks the seventh day of work for me this week. My wrists and forearms are really starting to hurt. Advil has become a good friend. This weekend I might head to Georgia with Lauren and Quinn. They are driving eight hours just to go to a party in Athens on Saturday night with some people from the Museum on Natural History in NYC. An eight hour road trip just for a party - sounds like fun to me.
Tonight, we are celebrating Kat's birthday (another crew member who can't stop talking about sex - a little shocking at first, but now I'm used to it). The motel is letting us use their grill by the pool so we will have a cookout. I'm pretty pumped about a hot dog right about now.
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