After four up-really-early, to-bed-after-midnight sleeps in a row (Tuesday, 1.22 through Friday, 1.25) and then doing the same yesterday and staying up until 2:30 am, I decided to go absolutely radical this morning and actually get seven hours of sleep. It feels pretty good.
I’ll be filing until 1:30 pm, and then it’s off to Slamdance and Steven Soderbergh‘s High Flying Bird at 3 pm, followed by a 9:45 pm Eccles screening of Dan Gilroy’s Velvet Buzzsaw.
Incidentally: Yesterday morning we (Bob Koehler, Jordan Ruimy and myself) had to move out of our two-bedroom condo and into a one-bedroom-plus-bunk-beds unit. So I had to pack everything up, and that partly meant putting my big tall can of Tigi Bed Head hair spray (which I need because my top-thatch has no body) into my tan carrying bag along with a mash of T-shirts, socks, long johns and whatnot.
When I unpacked the bag at 11:30 pm last night I realized that the can (which had no plastic top) had somehow endured heavy pressure on the spray device, and so the whole can had been emptied and a couple of T-shirts and a pair of brown shoes were soaked or covered with hair-spray gunk. Delightful.