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!!