The Hollywood Elsewhere-Jordan Ruimy pad (NE corner of Elm and McCaul street) is a twobedroom shoebox on the 11th floor of a grim high-rise full of warm, stale air in the hallways. The place is roughly the size of two semispacious prison cells with queen-sized beds plus a small bathroom and a kitchen made for the Wizard of Oz midgets.

It’s not a bad place — I just need to get used to it.

I conked out for a couple of hours this morning, and then picked up my press pass at the Bell Lightbox, and then hung out in the press lounge for an hour or so, and then arranged to attend the opening-night showing of Michael Moore‘s Fahrenheit 11/9. I wanted to also catch a 6:30 pm showing of Outlaw King but Albert Tello couldn’t get me a ticket — I might attend the Outlaw after-party though.

The first big press screening of A Star Is Born happens early tomorrow morning (9:15 am) at the TIFF Bell Lightbox. Wakey-wakey at 6 am, write for 90 minutes or so, arrive at the Lightbox around 8 or 8:15 am, write a bit more while waiting in line, etc.