An Apology, and Other Random Nonsense

I was just looking over my posts from the past few weeks, and really? Kids, I am sorry.

Other than the diatribe on my all-consuming-fear of love, I have written nothing of substance in quite some time, and I genuinely do apologize.

I want to. Indeed, I have had several ideas stewing in the back of my brain for the past several weeks--yet when I land in front of my computer all I can think to do is gripe about weight gain and the weather.

So I apologize. I do hope you forgive me and we can ride out this dry spell together... I'll get my mojo back one of these days!

In other news, if I make it through this week alive, it will be a damned miracle. Aside from being in rehearsal every night from 6pm-10pm for a staged reading, I also have three early morning shoots for the short film--4am on Wed and Thurs, and 5am on Fri. I do get to come home and sleep between shooting and rehearsal, but really... we NEVER finish shooting on time, so those imagined 3 hour naps will probably turn out to be more like 45 minutes. Add in finding time to show my apartment to potential subletters, and trying to get to the gym so as not to undo all the good work of the past few weeks, and I am going to be one frazzled frog come next Monday!

It will be worth it though. This staged reading looks to be a fun and worthwhile experience, and I really do think the short film is going to be great when it's done--and I never say that about myself on film, because I think I look kinda like a heroin addict on camera. Or, in this case, a frumpy heroin addict.

But I digress.

I still need to find suitable pants for traveling (i.e., versatile, lightweight, dry quickly, and don't make me look like a golf-playing soccer mom from the mid-west). The ones I ordered from Old Navy arrived today and... well... didn't look so good. Damnit. Any suggestions as to where I should look next?

Still no word from the Russian, making it officially a week. Yes, I am perfectly aware that I could call him, but a.) I've been so busy that I wouldn't actually be able to make plans anyway, and b.) honestly? I want a man who fucking calls. If I am not worth the effort of picking up the phone and shooting off a text message? I don't need to go chasing that down with a tranquilizer gun. There are other fish in the sea. Fish who call.

If you figure out where they've been hiding, let me know, 'kay?

I positively abused my body with alcohol this past weekend. Yes, I may be insanely busy, but I still find time to drink. The few braincells that survived the massacre are struggling to pick up the slack. Wish them luck.

Big, internet hugs to DS and Ashley. I promise I will stick around for more than an hour next time. And I am totally not kidding about going Speed Dating when I get back!!

POSTCARDS PEOPLE!! I don't think y'all realize how serious I am here! I actually want to send y'all postcards from my travels, so drop me a line with your address at das-frog @ optonline.net if you want to get in on the action!

Trying to figure out if I have time for the gym today. I walked almost 2 miles to get coffee creamer this afternoon... I think that qualifies as exercise. My potential subletters canceled our appointment tomorrow, so I'll go then. Yes, that works. Aren't you glad I let you in on that little bit of self-persuasion?

What can I say? I'm easy.

Just ask The Russian.