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Int: An office. Two people stare at a phone waiting for it to ring.

So they’ll be no filming done this weekend.  Two cast members had others things scheduled, but we knew that, and had  planned on shooting around that.  No biggie.  Then a third injured himself.  Scratched his eyeball.  We were waiting to see if he would be able to shoot.  We hoped he would.  There’s no swelling.  It looks bloodshot, but we can shoot the other side of his face and hide it, but the pain is unbearable.  And Karen knows how bad it can be.  A few years back, she got a paper cut on her cornea.  Actually sheered a small piece off.  If your done wincing over the thought of a paper cut on your eye… on with the show…

So next weekend is do or die weekend.  I have a knot in my stomach at the moment.  And to add insult to injury, I wound up missing a life-long friends birthday party because I had to wait for that phone call.

So now it’s 10:30… the party is nearly over.  Now, I get to sit and stew.

As I start to piece this all together, realizing that the finish line is in site, the delays just feel that much more intense.  It all boils down to getting everything but the very last scene done next weekend.  It’s either that or it’s time to make some real hard decisions.

Did I mention summer is fucking cursed?

At this moment, if we were on set, Nichole would just look at me, smile and excitedly say “Jaws!”

Deep breath.

Get everybody calmed down.

Don’t look at the clock, or the calendar for that matter.

Looks like we’ll take the weekend and start prepping to shoot Segment 3…