17-Jan-2006

In the whirlwind that is our first day of shooting, I haven't had much time to concentrate on my love of "Roseanne," my hatred of Ryan Seacrest, or my numerous infectious diseases.  And honestly, what else is there?  I've been wracking my brain, and the answer is, not much.  I've also been doing random Internet research on volunteer opportunities, which my mom thinks will help dissolve this random mental breakdown thingie I've been/was going through, but the place where I want to work, Project Angel Food, requires a weekday orientation.  And I'm pretty sure if I took a day off now, I'd get fired.  It's not that I do a lot, it's just-- well, okay, I'm here basically every waking hour in case something disastrous happens, so I WAIT to do a lot.  So I don't see how I can work that one out.  And some of the requirements to work at AIDS Project Los Angeles are pretty stringent - I mean, I speak Russian, not Spanish, people.  Shouldn't learning a new alphabet be enough?  I want there to be some kind of charity where I bake a lot of pies and deliver them to people who either smush them in my face or offer to share with me.  Speaking of which, this whole production thing has really brought my appetite back.  I guess getting up at 5:30 to go jogging before you have to report to set helps, but then there's craft services, with their smiling vats of Krispy Kremes and fresh coffee and muffins and fruit and carbs, carbs, carbs.  But I wasn't one of the dumbasses who minded carbs in the first place.  And that is all there is to my life right now.  Good night.