running on empty fumes
I’m exhausted.
I hope my face will look okay on the TV. The director didn’t want me in make up. That makes for self-conscious thoughts of “C’mon, just a little mascara. PLEASE let me have mascara.” Nope. Go play in the snow. What about a funny wig that requires me to have mascara? No? Okay. So I’m gonna be on the TV without mascara. Also, I am still unsure of if the thing is regional or national and don’t know how to read a casting breakdown in order to fully know details… Dang it. Takes time to know shit. I do know that I’m tired.
I’m typing sideways. With cat. Getting home at six in the morning does that.
In the meantime: SNOW KING!!
He didn’t want you in makeup? Yeah, I would NOT stop telling that story if I were you. That’s like getting ID’d times some big number I don’t know how to spell. Also, it’s ridiculous how long this took to show up on my feeder. I hope you’ve slept well since this – and can’t wait to see it!
I have had a few drafts saved and published them today. Do not adjust your TV sets.