cranes and a spearmint tea, not the rose garden, i have to send a script to the guy in charge of the music, but i refuse to continue working tonight, i'm just tired, i just want to spend time doing nothing, i'll go to blockbuster and get some movies. that's it, that is what is left for me for today, at least until my roomate arrives with some wine and we talk and drink and get tired and go to sleep. i dont work tomorrow, have a meeting with the actors' coach and then can come back home and deliver some love. lately this blog has become the sole reflection of the daily basics, no methaphors, no stories, just plain reconstruction of what is around, as boring, as normal, as regular, as a half decaf-half regular coffee con milk and sugar as it can be.