2-May-2006

"Goose Befriends Cancer Patient."  Apparently, it's a video, which my lame ass computer at work won't play, although I'm anxious to see the goose and the cancer patient strolling hand in webbed foot through the park, splitting concessions at the movie theater ("Extra butter for my friend Goose here"), grabbing two spoons for a pint of Ben & Jerry's.  Some things just scream "SITCOM," don't they?  And some things just scream "Melissa needs to get off the Internet and get her shit together... when she stops laughing about the goose and the cancer patient." 

I have a to do list five miles long for this week, including finishing an outline for my outrageous rom-com, making some headway on this crappy novel I started writing (I'm one of those losers who's been working on a novel, albeit a different one every year, since I was eight - what can I say, third grade was cake, and I get bored easily), getting our Supervising Producer to read my "O.C." spec, dinner with Safari Barbie's husband tonight, dinner with Oscar Nom Wednesday (and deciding whether or not to give him my pilot, which involves a homewrecking girl and her dead husband, who was much older and more successful than she...hmmm.... who could that be about?  Well, except he's not dead), getting JOC to sign my Pop's "Joe's Apartment" DVD, prepping the pilot to give to the Faux Agents at our dinner next month, and demanding that my doctor write me a prescription for Paxil when I go see him on Friday.  A note about my doctor:  He thinks I am a lunatic.  Another note about my doctor:  He is right.  Which means either he writes me that prescription or I call him every day with a new disease I've concocted.  My favorite so far is the herniated ovary.  I'm not sure what it is, but it sounds really cool.  And painful.  I think we know which option he'll choose...