I think it’s all going to hit me today. Like a crash course in Reality 101, actually going to the place where we’ll be building our “set” is going to make the end part of this plan seem a whole lot scarier.

I’m filming tomorrow. I can’t even think about it without thinking I’ll bring on a panic attack. Not because I can’t pull this off, because I can, but what if, by accident I screw this thing up. Although, I don’t think the people supporting this project would let me.

The curse of a neurotic.

Nothing more to say.