Last night at whatever time it was, I was so damned exhausted that I dropped in just to ketchup on whatever was going on, and as TCB noted, I left without so much as a how-de-do. I remember a couple of people jabbering in Chinese or something, but that's about all. Well, they don't call these Hell Weeks for nothing.
Anyhoo, once home from rehearsal and ketchuping on the morning and afternoon's postings about Blake Edwards and other comic directors who knew what the HELL they were doing, I felt that a little dose of that would be just what the doctor ordered before going to bed. I didn't have a Blake film here that I wanted to see, but someone had also mentioned WHAT'S UP, DOC? and it had been a while since I saw any of that, so I put it on, knowing full well I'd be asleep in front of it within 30 minutes. That turned out to be a good choice, and a pretty good estimate. I kept waking up for tiny moments, to no avail. I finally shut the thing off, went to bed, and was out like a light.
