June 2007 Archives

As you can probably tell, I'm not updating.  Why?  Not because I don't love you, but because I am extra special super-busy doing exciting things.  Or not so exciting things.  Regardless, I'm running myself happily ragged, so I'm going to have to make a sad declaration of no posting.  Now, look, I'm not completely shutting the blog down - you can still read about my escapades for the past two years (BOR-ing), but I'm probably not going to be writing anything new.  I apologize, but, if my stats are correct, there's only like four of you still reading anyway.  So much love to you and yours, and I shall see you on the flipside. 

Here I've been so productive all week, and I get one day off from the writers' room and don't get out of bed until eleven!  No wonder I was in a snit all day - I didn't get coffee in time.  My coffee cut-off seems to be about 10:30.  If I don't have it by then, it's not going to make a difference in my less than stellar personality.  I will be a monster-grump with frizzy hair, under-eye bags, and track marks, strangely enough. 

I kind of lucked out, not having to go into work today, because I had a very interesting meeting yesterday morning with this daytime television exec.  Apparently, she's looking for new talent to write for the soaps, blah, blah, blah, so she bought me breakfast.  AFTER she'd read my script, mind you - it's always good if someone is still willing to buy you food after they've read your sample.  Anyway, she gave me the outline and script for today's episode of GENERAL HOSPITAL, so I read both and actually watched the episode when it aired this afternoon.  Now, I have not watched a soap since they buried Carly alive on DAYS circa 1992.  I didn't sleep my entire seventh grade year because I feared that evil Vivian would sneak into my bedroom in the middle of the night and dose me with that weird poison root thingie that made Carly appear to be dead only long enough for them to get her in the ground.  The worst part, though, was that walkie talkie doohicky Vivian had rigged in the casket so that she could bait Carly - Haha!  I buried you alive!  I rule!  Oh, the horror.  Yep, '92 was a rough year for me. 

Anyway, by the time I finished watching the show, I was plum tuckered, so I read a couple produced episodes of HOUSE, then headed over to the Valley to have dinner with the Honeybee and the Designated Driver.  I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but I am going to miss the Honeybee.  Why, you ask?  Because I can say things to her like:

"OH, have I got a GREAT finger in the ass story for you!"

"Your gynecologist is most definitely molesting you."

"Damn, it feels good to be bulimic."

"OF COURSE you can get pregnant from giving a blow job.  Duh!"

True love, people.  True love.