I've been running so hard this last week, my body has just given up. I'm coughing up bits of pancreas.
So, of course, instead of sleeping in, I'm off to record Phillip Mottaz, the narrator for my little CIF film, saying two lines. One politically-important name got misstated and another left out in the script - and besides the politics, I like accuracy. Three different people looked over the script and no one noticed the problems until it was on the big screen at the Athenaeum.
