Oh, yeah, and...

I received a quick note from one of the cameramen I worked with last year who said he recommended me for a scripty job. [Couldn't] tell me any more than I should be receiving an email from an "Anthony" about a gig on a horror film sometime in the near future.

Please, Lord, let at least one of these new productions pick me up and be a paying job.

If I worked half as often as I had nibbles on jobs, I'd be alright in the bank account (that is, if those nibbles and jobs all paid).