#100BM Day 32

Our across the street neighbours once had a cat called Patience, probably the least appropriate name for a cat, especially that one, who had gave no fucks about what any lowly human wanted and did her own thing for nearly 20 years.

I’m starting to admire her as a role model.

It’s been a long day. I’ve spilled coffee twice. I forgot about meeting a tv crew here this morning until it was too late to bike in (didn’t set my Google notification early enough). I’ve answered approximately 900 phone calls asking about a free screening tonight for which 800+ people have RSVPed on Facebook alone. We have 650 seats. It’ll continue to be a long day until I collapse in a heap in bed, probably about five minutes after my hoped-for 7:45 arrive-at-home time.

I haven’t been running in more than a week. Who has time? I haven’t even caught up on my ‘Game of Thrones’ rewatch in advance of Sunday’s premiere yet.

But Nick Kroll tweeted to the cinema to help us out with a thing, so that’s something. It’s about as close as I’ll ever get to meeting Amy Poehler.

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