How is it that you're the weirdest person I've ever met in my entire life?

So the hope was to sleep all day Thursday and wake up just before breakfast at 6pm for our night shoot.  I instead woke up in the early afternoon, because my body was on a schedule that superseded the sleep schedule-- my Zyrtec schedule.  Since I am allergic to Maryland, if I don't have a Zyrtec daily, my body mutates into a screaming terror and I burst into a pile of crud.

Schatz was already gone.  Chris drove him out into a field and took care of him.  He says in the very end, he was peaceful.  We silently made our own peace and moved on.

Since this was the second-to-last shooting day, things started running a lot more intensely.  There were no more call sheets.  We just kinda remembered all the scenes we still needed to shoot.  In anticipation of our departure, food and supply runs stopped.  We had to start getting creative with what we were snacking on.  Bread slices were folded for half-sandwiches.  The Internet was scoured to find out how they make toilet wine in prison.  And just about everything got dipped in Nutella.  I never had Nutella before this shoot.  It's like peanut butter, but it's technically an Italian hazelnut spread with cocoa mixed in.  When life starts getting heavy, just grab something in the kitchen and put some Nutella on it.

We also found out that all the water flowing out of the pipes is coming from a well.  And when they run out, they'll have to just dig another well.  I could sense this was too much reality for some of us.

On this night, we shot one of the most important scenes in the movie.  The inciting incident.  Or the turning point.  I don't remember all that McKee bullshit.  It's the thingie that happens.  We thought it would be a bitch to shoot, but it came together really naturally.  I think I was drinking Diet Cokes to stay alert.  Brett had coffee for the first time in a long time and it made him crazy.  He was running around kicking the air, going "Look at this old man, Shields!  He can kick high!"  We also had a Jiffy Pop making competition where the only winner was chaos.

Then we went out to the docks and waited for the sun to rise, so it could light our goddamn dock scene.  It took like an hour, so we did what any group of 20-somethings would do when faced with an hour of darkness on a windy dock.  We listened to Guns 'N Roses and ate Doritos.

-Diego