Made it out of retail without getting sick this year.

Now I hab a code in by node. (Cut to my mother poised at her keyboard ready to click send on the “Re: Have You Snorted Salt Water Yet?” email.  I’m sure she Spidey-sensed it already and there’s 7 kilos of Zicam C/O  Me @ my new job.  What can I say?  She wants to keep me around for some reason.  And she swears by snorting salt water.  Neti Pot ain’t got nothin’ on my Mama. I’ve mentioned this before.)

I also have an audition for a big-time soup commercial tomorrow (I never thought that sentence would ever exit my mouth), as I’m sure the rest of Chicago America does.  I’m hoping my swollen holiday sinuses and down-trodden immune system will bless me with the appearance of a late 30 year-old who is “average or simple looking.”   I will be your broken woman.  I promise you I will not be overly attractive or “modely.”

Bless the commercial industry for having to put in their casting notices that they want “VERY STRONG ACTORS who understand subtlety.”  I wonder what it’s like to not have to worry about being a good actor.

PS:  The new job is a wonderful change.