Well, I’m at home, at 1pm on a Thursday. I don’t really “feel” sick but I can feel it coming. Apparently I also “look like crap” as my boss put it. So I’m home. My usual remedy for illness consists of lots of orange juice and a healthy supply of my favorite drug in the world, NyQuil. Nothing is quite like NyQuil. To steal a line, it’s the only shit on the planet that actually tastes like red and green. I was basically sent home because this weekend will be incredibly busy and I’m needed then. Today was more or less a catch-up day anyways. Tomorrow we have a shoot for Penzoil. We’re photographing the president of the company and then a few of the local stores. Saturday is nothing but pageant headshots, from 9am until 5.
That’s about it guys. I’m off to take a nap.
Matt out.
mmmmmmmmmm…nyquil.
nectar of the gods.
Careful what you say.. using the words “shooting”, “the” and “president” in the same sentence nowadays. The CIA’s net scanners will target you as a terrorist! 😉
good point…
*changed to “photographing”*