This Is It

Sorry, but I don't really have anything to say today.

Neither was I wordy yesterday.

I have found, what with all the acting stuff going on in my life (which I love), I seem to only think and speak about me and those activities. Kind of self centered.

It makes me think of an actor I met awhile back. His wife was friends for a bit with my wife, and at a party I got to talking with him. He was a big time commercial actor, and was working solely as an actor. I thought he was the biggest self centered prick.

Turns out, he was a big time ACME person. They still have his photo up on the website as if he were an active member, but he hasn't done anything there in years. He hosts some talk show on cable now.

Well, I guess the good thing about that is if I am becoming self centered, maybe success is soon to come. This guy actually bought a house, he's doing so well. Out here in So Cal, a house is only for the gods.

Got my new computer by delivery yesterday. Can't wait to set it up and get rid of this piece of crapola. Just got to get with my IT guy, and all is set to pop.

I think I have officially killed my crush. I haven't thought about her all week, and didn't even realize that until last night when she didn't show up to rehearsal. I wasn't even feeling withdrawal when I realized she was not there. Finally. She is great and all, and if she were to break up, I can't say what would happen, but I have to put my energy elsewhere, and I think I'm finally going to do that.

It's funny, but I can tell I am back on my feet because I don't feel lonely. I come home alone, and I can entertain myself. I go places alone, and I feel just fine. I don't have a particular woman I am obsessing about, and I that doesn't bother me.

Wow, all signs of a healthy male.

I have to say that me recent gift to myself is turning out to be one of the best things I've gotten myself. If you recall, I bought the three Looney Tunes box sets for Christmas. I usually watch about three or four cartoons right before bed, every other day or so.

During the day, I think about Looney things. If I make short tip toe steps, I hear the high register of a piano plinking away as if there were a soundtrack, and I smile.

The other day someone casually said to me that they were downright enraged. I turned to another, and just like Daffy doing a Jewish vaudeville impersonation, I said, This is downright enraged?

Leaving a group after telling a joke, I find myself going hoo-hoo and bouncing up and down, and everyone, including me, laughs.

Go rent or buy these because they are great. Especially, if like me, they were your Saturday mornings as a kid.

Tomorrow is my BGR's birthday. He got me an expensive gift certificate for my b-day, and I feel I should do at least equal. The problem is, I just shelled out $600 to the garage to get my clutch fixed, and I am feeling the loss of that extry cash. Plus, I recently got a paper from my insurance company detailing my benefits. I had undergone a doctoral procedure that I thought was fully covered by my insurance, but this paper seems to say I owe $500. Which sucks because it only details the first of two visits I made. I'm not going to feak out, because it isn't actually a bill, so until it is actually a bill, I going to believe it isn't a bill. But, if it turns out to be a bill, and then another shows up, I am sunk.

So, you can see why buying my roomy a gift card ain't high on the important spending list.

Not to mention I really want to take that trip to Amsterdam my friend invited me on. I just spent all my savings for that on my clutch, and if I get hit with a $1000 bill, then goodbye Europe!

Well, turns out I was wordy after all. This is a lesson for all of you who wish you would write, but feel you have nothing to say. Just sit down and start writing the trivial, and next thing you know you are on your way, and writing it all.