Text from a fellow reporter last night while I was sitting through the Madonna/Sharon Stone/Mary J Blige Cinema Against AIDS event: "Hope you got what you needed tonight."
I had to resist texting back: "Whatever I got is never enough."
Sad, but true. Anyway, I'm in the middle of the Cannes merry-go-round, which this year has some rollercoaster elements and the usual extreme sleeplessness.
I'm here and hanging in there, despite a couple of binges over the past couple of days. I have been to the gym (hotel doesn't have one, but I found one a few blocks away) every day, and I'm doing what I can and trying not to freak out too much. I know I handled Cannes beautifully last year, but last year I did not have the added elements of 1. being freaked out by amounts eaten and drunk during birthday week (which also included a binge), and 2. the extremely precarious man situation, and 3. a favor I did for a friend coming back to bite me in a monstrously unpredictable and just plain monstrous way, and consequences needing to be dealt with pronto. Oh, and right in the middle of trying to interview Madonna. Sigh.
More to come, hopefully after some sleep. Whenever that might be.