27-Jan-2006

Last night, H-Berts and G-Money let me go home early.  And by "early," I mean 9 PM.  I actually had this overwhelming feeling of joy, followed by sheer panic... Um, what was I supposed to do for the two free hours I had prior to bedtime?  When I got home, the Designated Driver was there (I know, it's a miracle, right?).  Sadly, she's been sick.  Even sadder, I know if I were sick, she'd be shoving chicken soup down my throat and Zicam up my nose.  But I haven't had time to take any sort of care of anyone, myself included, so she had to content herself with a mere conversation with Yours Truly.  And, as you can probably tell from this blog, I am pretty much the most boring person on the planet.  I work, I sleep, wash, rinse, repeat.  Any conversation I have with another person inevitably comes back to how to schedule shower time into my daily life.  But this weekend, ohhh, this weekend... yeah, I'm working on Iplish's film and so will have to keep the drinking to a minimum.  As for other plans:  Tonight - Drinks with the Bosses' Agent's Assistant, aka the G-Money Pimped Out Blind Date.  When I told G-Money about this, she said, "Expense it."  "I have an expense account?"  I replied.  G-Money - "Ya do now."  Not that he ever lets me pay, but whatever.  Saturday, dinner with the Irish Asian (must remember to bring home his script with all my notes on it from the office).  Sunday, drinks with the Talent Agent, who may or may not have a soul, but I nonetheless find him amusing.  I also find it amusing that only agents who rep actors are referred to as "Talent" agents... cause writers and directors are most certainly not talented.  Speaking of which, we have an extra celeb on set today, and I must be off to see him work his magic.  Y'all have a great weekend, okay?