23-May-2007

I have had a tough week.  No tougher than anyone else's, I'm sure, but tough nonetheless.  This week, everything has rolled itself up into a neat little wrecking ball and crashed right into the left side of my head.  Had I died, all would be well.  But I didn't.  I dragged my bloody self up from the debris and kept on trucking.  What has happened this week, you might ask?  Well, I am beginning to compute the number of weeks I can continue living on no income, but I can't take myself off the market quite yet because staffing season isn't over.  Also, I have just realized that my BEST FRIEND IS MOVING TO JAPAN in, like, fourteen days (well, okay, longer, but she's going to Pittsburgh first, then to Japan).  I need the Honeybee.  I need her here so when I'm feeling really shitty about myself I can just curl up next to her on the couch and lay my head on her shoulder and cry, even if I'm being irrational, because she knows me well enough to know that I'll get over it, and this is what I need right now.  Also, she watches ROSEANNE with me, bitching about it at first, but then shaking her fist at Becky for eloping with Mark, then alternately shaking her fist at Dan for giving Becky the cold shoulder when she returns, newly married.  Also, I got a call today from a showrunner I've worked with before, lovely guy with a promising new show, who asked if I'd be willing to move to NYC to take the Writers' Assistant job there.  I'm so done with everything and everyone in L.A. right now I might just take him up on it.  After all, my clothes aren't good enough, my face isn't good enough, and apparently I am an embarrassment.  Who the fuck knew?  Certainly not me.  But I do now.