Go on, make me smile.

I need some form of distraction, to keep me away from the brink of sheer boredom; before I grab a straw and stab myself to sleep.

Well, I have no lack of errands to run, plenty of emails to send and I can't wait to rearrange the playlists on my iPod yet again (all the album artworks to attach to all the songs - how deliciously exciting!). But honestly, all I want to do is sleep until I can't sleep anymore. There's only so much sitting-outside-the-cafe-and-do-nothing I can do. My shutting eyes are threatening to shed tears of being too idle.


Here's a photo where we pretend to be happy, cheerful people one morning after a few overnight shoots. (Those were happier times.)

I felt compelled to show one where the crew and I got Britney-ed. Maybe next time. I shall return to staring to space.