17-Jul-2006

I like to fuck with the minds of other people.  This can involve specifying a drive-thru order as "to go," or... well, okay, that is the extent of my mind-fuckery.  Or at least it was.  Until today.  See, if you know about the show I'm currently working on, you know it has to do with weddings.  So much so, in fact, that, as the writers' assistant, I am currently researching a stack of about twenty wedding books.  I have to read them all, outline them, and make neat little research binders for our writing staff.  Isn't that fun?  you might ask, to which I would reply, No, absolutely not, I'm getting a headache thinking about seating charts (in this one wedding book I'm reading, the aunt and her ex-husband don't get along) and can't seem to shake this craving for sugary white cake.  To top it all off, everyone who walks by my desk and doesn't realize that we work in TELEVISION, where things are MADE UP, has to slow down, and, hands on hips, coo at me, "So when's the big dayyyyyyyyyyy?"  As of today, I had officially had enough.  The last man who came up to me asked who the lucky guy was, and I, with a straight face mind you, replied, "Oh, this guy I had a great first date with last night.  I figure it's never too soon to start planning!"  And the guy slowly backed away, leaving me to my reading and low blood sugar.  Which is just the way I like it.