So, I’m guessing that this is an annual thing for me: this malaise, this total boredom combined with an inability to sleep and supreme impatience with myself. Ugh. Don’t like it one bit.

We are (well, Keith is, I was) puppy-sitting in Silverlake for 16 days. I had to come on home, though. Seems the neighbors there like to begin celebrating Independence Day early… and by firing their guns into the air. Don’t like that. Also… very hot. And no DSL, no cable or DirecTV, no TiVo… (I’m such a tech snob now), which, while very productive for the first week (got lots of work done on the second book… which is now on Amazon.com — good lord, I MUST finish this thing — it’s like they believe you when you say you’re going to write a book… after you’ve proven that by writing one already), did not suit me once I got into the absolutely NO sleep thing. So, now back home, still feeling ugh. Glad to know it happens all the time (according to old journals) but also not so glad to have it happen at all.

Anyway, I’ve received no call that it’s “go-time” for the third, fourth, and fifth casting jobs that I was told to plan on, come mid-June or so.

So, today, I sent my resume out on four possible leads. Hate to move away from something that may come through with that ol’ gang I love so much, but dammit, the money has smack run out. I let Katy and Sheila know that I may not be available when they finally do need me. That was hard to do, but also something I had to do, just out of respect for them and for my own prospects. I am definitely in a transitional place right now, and with my birthday coming up, that’s not unexpected. As usual, I will celebrate My New Year’s Day on July 11th, as January 1st means nothing to me. I have begun listing some resolutions, listing some qualities I care not to bring into the new year with me, etc.

None of that makes me feel any better. It’s all just mind taffy at this point, and I’m bored bored bored bored bored.

Oh, I did see the photos of Chip’s House and… MAN… yeah, that looks familiar, actually. What was it? There was a time Chip offered me $1000 to clean his house, top-to-bottom, but I had to be topless the whole time. I think the non-topless offer was $500 and I still said no. I did try to organize his comics every time I came over anyway (at least the ones in the bathroom).

Somehow, I think this will make me feel better.

TicTac is still in the body shop (Keith wrecked it two weeks ago) and will be there for at least another week. Grr.

I guess I have a bunch of little things going on that add up to “ugh.” And really, any of the little things, alone, would suck a little. All at once and that’s a lot of sucking.

Of course, Chip got me hooked on Friendster. Bastid. That’s just addictive as all hell.

In news: Hollywood Happy Hour tomorrow. Woo hoo! AND The ActorsBone Flickering Image ShortsFest has put out the call for entries. I’m doing the screener wrangling again this year, so lemmeknow if you want to help out.

I guess that’s about it. I really MUST finish that damn book. Sophomore Slump? What is this crap? Ugh.

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