I wake up about 2pm. Mun comes by and his plane doesn’t leave until 7pm, so we take in a movie. X-men 3—sucked. We have dinner at Glory Days and chat about things in general.
Then I drop him off at the airport. I head home and begin backing up the tapes.
Still not feeling that deep sense of loss I had after principle photography on the first Fear of Clowns. I also don’t feel so bleak, but I’m not sure exactly when it came to me after the first movie.
I do see that I missed a scene at Tuckahoe, so we’re gonna have to pick that up. Another one! Jesus.