I like when you talk to someone on the phone, and you both enjoy the conversation.
Since I'm wearing a shirt saying "I'm Blogging This", I thought I would... it was a good day, I managed to get things packed, I'm booked to fly out on the 24th to Vegas, where the Sisterwife will pick me up. In n' Out burgers at midnight.. so wrong, yet so right. I go into rehearsals a week late, yet, I have my very own serf. My house will have almost no furniture, yet, the neighbors I've never met are doing landscaping, and asked if I minded if they cut back the jungle of bigass bushes I've never been able to tackle.
No, I don't mind at all... y'all have fun.
The weather was finally nice enough to go outside without feeling Hell had moved up to the sidewalks of New York, I made a pitcher of sweet tea, and the social networking chaos did two good things:
1. It went out to some people who had sent me some not so nice emails last Spring. I sure hope they opened it, to see what I wanted.
2. It set off some lovely long email conversations with some folk I've been remiss in keeping in touch with.
Can't ask for more than that.
Well, I can, but, Vincent d'Onofrio isn't going to show up begging me to go out, no matter how much I dream.