Only one more production shoot for the year, and they keep postphoning it. Darn. So in the meanwhile, I have turned delinquent and spend obscene lengths of time hibernating in bed to make up for lost sleep. As though I'll ever get it back. But I really have to -- sleep, I mean, or else I'll be a grumpy companion, drink fatal doses of caffeine to keep me awake and headbanging on the company Christmas party. It cheers me though that I'm not as worse off as Wynona Ryder, who got arrested for shoplifting and, er, drug possession. She also hasn't slept much either. Yikes.