You Know, I Have A Deep, Deep

I Am Struggling, Though. It’s F-cking Hard. So Little Sleep. It’s 23 Hours And 59 Minutes Of Exhaustion. They Do One Little Thing In That Last Minute That Is Just So Compelling And Fascinating That It Makes The Other 23 Hours And 59 Minutes Worthwhile.

I Get Panic Attacks In Big Crowds.

I Get Very Nervous Around Famous People And I Get Nervous Around Beautiful Women.

I Want To Forget What I've Learned About The Character, But The Reality Is That You Can't, Because You've Absorbed It. It's There In That Moment When You Need It. The Hard Part Is To Trust It.

There's Something Cathartic About Swearing 150 Times After Spending Ten Hours In The Editing Room.