My scene was shown in Nina's class today; she made some good criticisms of it. Some of the fault was due to the camera operator, some to the director. I feel pretty good about it over all.
I came home to indulge in a Victory Nap. Partially this is because every Wednesday night -- it isn't out of fear of Nina's class, because I really like going to Nina's class -- I have really bad insomnia and lie awake for hours. Last night was no exception.
Well, I just woke up from a three hour passout. I feel like someone hit me over the head with an anvil. *Bonk.*
Today in class Nina stated that she hated that Starbucks swill but was craving a cappucino. "Where can you get a good cup of coffee in LA?" I asked. She was so happy to give me the benefit of her long and considered research in the subject. The best place for cappucini and lattes, not to mention ice cream (!!! clearly, Nina is a long-lost relative of mine -- I have mentioned she reminds me of my mother, right?), is Al Gelato in Westwood. The best place for iced mochas ("A different category of drink altogether," she said drily) is The Coffee Bean chain.
I know what I'm doing this weekend. In addition to trying to finish up my work and missing Darin on an hourly basis.
I got up to do laundry -- might as well make something of the evening; I don't think I have the presence of mind to make it over to the Boys' for Babylon 5 in one piece -- and was struck again by this weird smell in the hallway between my apartment and the laundry room. Not a weird Jeffrey Dahmer-type smell; this is like some kind of weird mix of cigar smoke and Thai food or something. And it's quite unpleasant.