I am off working on Ted Raimi's internet pilot this morning. I am playing an executive with a nasty problem to solve that involves polaroids going to the wrong recipient.
Ted's brother, Ivan, is an ER doctor and would regale us with the tales people tell to excuse the curtain rod stuck in their bottom. Or the jam jar or whatever.
I was thinking we could incorporate some of those crazy stories. I always needed a strong director to stop me going too far. Over to you, Ted.
We'll see what falls off the back of the truck, eh?
Then my prep for Football Wives really begins in the afternoon.
I'm going under . . .
Glub, glub . . .
Glub.
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