Saturday, March 29th, 2003 | 17:43
Confessions of a Dangerous Clooney

I woke up this morning, alert but calm. Until noonish, I was tearing my hair out trying to deal with shitty cues from a shitty, disorganised cast. I was so exhausted from standing in one place, having my heartrate go through the roof, I plopped myself on the couch and lay in a semi-lucid state for about three and a half hours.
I'm sweatgrimy and horribly bearded.
"Megatron must be stopped, no matter the cost."
"Look over there for a second."

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