Will's diary
Friday May 24, 2002
7:35 p.m.
Tyron's on fire tonight. His trademark is his casual, quiet, stoic demeanor,
but tonight's performance is filled with dirty sexual innuendo. He's like
a dog in heat. We (Tyron included) wonder aloud what could be causing this
sudden jump in chauvinism. Enuka reminds us that there's a full moon tonight.
Tyron asks her if she wants to have sex. WHAT? He's kidding, but he's beginning
to sound more like me.
11:43 a.m.
We are doing this scene where zombies attack us while we are trying to cross
a swamp bridge. Dry ice is being thrown into the water to give it a swamp-like
mist. Apparently there's one guy who's been hired to do just this. Throw
the ice. Chunks of it. He thinks it's funny if he throws it close to where
we are standing while rehearsing. We don't think it's all that funny. We
let him know, in unison. Guess he can't hear us. SPLOOSH! Not funny. He's
laughing. We're soaked.
3:20 a.m.
Ona's lactating. Like right now. It's actually seeping through her shirt
and she's not shy about it. She's as fascinated as I am.
"Come feel this…"
WHAT?
"No here, feel…"
Well she IS asking for it…
Whoa…
It's rock solid, like an implant. Her right boob has actually
grown to TWICE the size of her right one. This is quite an achievement. I
feel as if my life has now changed forever, there's two distinct cycles:
Pre-lactating-boob-feel and post-lactating-boob-feel.