Well, I've gotta say I'm glad that's over. The plague thing hit the studio hard, I've gotta say. There are a couple faces I'm not going to be seeing again when I head into the cafeteria on the backlot. One of my writing team, but mostly people that I know from hanging around the industry long enough.
It's...tough, it really is. I haven't felt like doing much outside of burying myself in second season plots we'd all discussed since I don't deal real well with death at the best of times, and that was...kind of the worst I've really dealt with. I know, I'm a big boy, put on the shorts and deal with it, whatever, but really? I don't WANT to be the one who deals with it.
Tell you the truth, I tend to run away from problems, tried to run away from this thing and I managed not to get it myself, but I feel kind of guilty about the fact I did it now. I mean, sure, self interest but still. I could've, I don't know, sent flowers or some crap, I don't know, death's not really my area.
Hell, does anybody want for that to be their area?
We'll probably be back to read throughs at some point this week and it's just going to be really, really strange. I don't actually do the whole emotion thing, but I'm kinda close right now or something?
This is weird. I'm sorry.