I always get a little delirious and screwy a few months into working on a show, but I normally get to experience that in isolation and partially attributed it to cabin fever. This time around I'm in a studio full of people who get to witness my slow, steady descent into madness.
During one weekend work session, the idea that someone would do enough crazy shit to justify mass producing their own apology cards struck me as hilarious. Did I mention that I get a bit screwy? I'm sure this will be presented in court as Exhibit 01 sometime in the near future.
Watching: Skeleton Twins by Craig Johnson, Kiss Me Deadly by Robert Aldrich