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This film is making me crazy already, and this was just day 1 (14 hours, 2 meal penalties, 1 night premium and a whole lot of crazy -- tomorrow call isn't even until 1!). I'm so tired I could cry. But hey, the dude who plays Peter Pettigrew is in it, and I'm just tickled by that, even if I ache from wearing a heavy crown on my head all day.

Which is as good a segue as any for -- the older I get, the less I care about other people's opinions of me. That said, I tripped over an old neurosis in that department hard the other day. And now having found it, I want to nuke the fucker, both for my sake and that of those I care about. In a way it's really simple, but it also feels kinda huge or something. So far though, so good.

I am so tired. I can't imagine you'll be seeing much of me here for the duration of this thing.

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I definitely ate something contaminated on set yesterday. This was probably inevitable, and it's far from as bad as it could be, but I feel like hell. I'm guessing hashbrowns. Oh and apparently bacon isn't always gluten free either. i think I need to cry to the SAG rep about this -- maybe since we're shooting in a studio if I bring my own perishable food it can be kept somewhere? I have to eat on set, and I can't eat their stuff.

Today hopefully no one will steal my pen in holding and I can get writing done.

Finally, I don't think I can describe the depths of my relief that father's day is not this Sunday - I don't have the time or bandwidth.