Funny, they were trying to appeal to the "hip and trendy" crowd with this commercial so the casting director told me to make sure I wore something that exposed my tattoos. Well, after we shot the first scene, they handed me a big ugly flannel shirt to wear. They did this to all of the other people who had tattoos. I guess the big CEO's up at Fleet decided they didn't want to go too far. Had I known I would have been subject to wearing a flannel shirt, I never would have taken the job.

I don't even own a flannel shirt. The fact that I may show up on national television wearing one is mortifying. I hope I end up on the cutting room floor. Please, please let all of my scenes NOT make the final cut!

So- it was a 10 hour day and I came home and went to bed at nine. I think the last time I went too bed at nine I was a little kid. Now, I am on a normal persons sleep schedule which opens up an entirely new perspective. It is 7:30am and I am up eating Kashi with lumpy soymilk and drinking apple-carrot-ginger juice that I just made myself. It feels good to be up early. Surreal, actually....like I'm getting away with something.

I am working with this way cool composer on some lyrics for his next project. He actually picked some of my already written pieces and will use those...then, I will write something new specifically for the project. It is a very interesting collaboration and I am looking forward to hearing my words set to music. The guys music is excellent.

Los Angeles blasts back into town on Monday. I'm looking forward to it because I have been going crazy with no one to talk to at night since Popsicle went back to work. It will be nice to have a friend living with me for a month or so....

Which reminds me, I need to call Photomoto because I keep calling him saying, "We MUST get together next week and hang out." and then I get carried away with shit and we never do. He is supposed to be shooting Sandra Bernhard sometime soon and he's all excited about it. Last week was his birthday. I seriously should see him this week. I am such a sucky friend.

I am going to go to the library. I need the smell of books.

Here ends my stream-of-thinking ramblings for the day. Does anyone actually read this?