11-Sep-2006

8 AM - Wake up.  Hear my parents playing with the dog, who is yipping.  Roll my eyes and roll over.

9 AM - The Prof calls my cell phone.  Think seriously about getting up to answer, but it doesn't work out. 

9:15 AM - Smell pancakes.  Get up. 

9:30 - Eat pancakes.  Think seriously about going back to bed.  Instead, get on the scale in my bathroom (you know, for kicks), see I've gained three pounds while at home.  Resolve to make life changes. 

10 AM - Work out. 

11 AM - Proofreading for Mom.  Followed by more proofreading.

12 PM - Shower. 

1 PM - Contemplate whether salad or starving is a better option for losing weight.  Salad wins.

2 PM - Start up computer.  Open Final Draft.  Write a page and a quarter of Monk. 

2:30 PM - Run errand with Mom.  Receive four phone calls in two minutes.  I am the shit.

3:30 PM - Visit grandmother.  Wait for her to tell me I've gained three pounds.  The doctor has upped her Paxil, so she says nothing.

5 PM - Sit down at computer again.  Write five more pages of Monk.  Yay!!!

6:45 PM - Conference call with Line Producer.  This office move's gonna be fun...

7 PM - Dinner with Farrah at my new favorite Frankfort Hot Spot, Buddy's Pizza.  Pizza is even better than salad for weight loss.

9 PM - Head over to the Brick Alley for a vodka tonic.  For the first time ever, I know no one in there.

10 PM - Home to one of my favorite episodes of "Family Guy."  You know the one - where Peter has an endangered bird living in his beard, and the bird won't shut up when they're in the movie theater, and everyone's bitching at Peter, then when he finally quiets them down, this guy in the back speaks up, "Hey Eric, if you're in here, we're all going to Marty's after the movie."  I don't know why, but that's always had me in stitches.

Something tells me I need to start working again... but first, I'm going to sleep.