Rough cuts and cut tweaks and sound editing and pulling keys, we’re doing it all right now. The mania that is our hats of multi-tasking is getting to the both of us quickly – more quickly than we ever expected. Thank God we did this twice on Christine’s camcorder and cut it together before we even shot, otherwise we’d be really lost in how things are supposed to flow.

But that doesn’t mean it will actually come together. It’s not wanting to, at all.

It’s been another full night of editing: shaving off the side of this shot, that shot – trying to get everything ready for the keys in the next couple of weeks. We’re both having painful flashbacks of assembling the trailer last year – except that was more fun because we didn’t have to stare at ourselves endlessly. I think both Adrian and I have found distraction in picking apart every facial imperfection that we muster the courage to detect. Will that scar ever fade? We’re using our free time to sleep and fight with our girlfriends – both of whom we may not be able to maintain relationships with after all of this.

I found myself taking a breath tonight. Just a break to breathe. I stood up, walked away from the computer mid-cut and Adrian watched me as I threw an empty Dasani bottle at the wall as hard as I could. Then, I calmly returned and sat back down. It was my quick statement of defiance against the stick (one which he found while walking outside months ago) that he taps repetitively against the floor as he’s thinking. I imagine that I will have to listen to that thousands of more times while I’m working on key frames the rest of the month. I will go mad. Eventually, I will hide it and he will ball up on the sofa behind me and whimper.

I can’t tell what is more exasperating: having lived it, or having to watch it over and over again.

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