I am not an emotional exhibitionist, but I wish that this day be recorded in my history.
Today is my 36th birthday. After much hustling, I had won a lead part in a short film that was to be shot today and tomorrow. I was to report at the set at 9 AM today. This was going to be my big day.
Last night at 11 PM, I fell ill and went down with a high fever and a stomach infection. I spent the entire night in pain, unable to move an inch. At about 3 AM, my cell phone went out of battery. I couldn't muster up the strength to get up, put it to charging and text the director about my not being able to make it today morning.
As I write, it is being shot with another actor. I missed this chance.
The film centered around a character (which was going to be played by me) who is so sick and tired of life that he wants to commit suicide but lacks the courage so he hires a contract killer to kill him. There were then some twists and turns in this black comedy.
I tried re-charging my phone this evening. It has stopped working altogether.
So here I am, lying in bed. No money, no work, no phone, the television is not working, I called the IPTV company. They need to replace my remote. It is going to cost some money. A little bit for anyone, too much for me.
It's dark. Mummy is sad but she won't show it. She bought me two t-shirts and a wallet. I cried.
I haven't edited this thing.