I'd make some metaphor about storms and calms before but I ain't about to jinx this thing.
Principal photography for the Hull Damage book trailer begins tomorrow. I need to wake up at (are you ready for this) six fucking a.m.. I'd be lying if I said this wasn't to be a challenge, but I'll somehow manage.
Tonight, I anticipate a feeling akin to a seven-year-old on Christmas Eve night, waiting for the sound of creaking floorboards to confirm his suspicions. Excitement would be an understatement.
Tomorrow, pew pew lasers science fiction yo ho ho space pirates.