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February 07, 2002

Ugh! I hate not getting

Ugh! I hate not getting paid! and of all times to screw up my computer, this was the worst. I have finally ventured out and bought time at, gulp, an internet cafe. I fear my pleabian roots are showing...but perhaps I am being burgeouis. The internet cafe is kind of neat and really cheap. I got a little over 60 minutes of web time for $1. So here I am. I have bitten the bullet and called a temp agency. I am starting to get a little worried about my financial outlook for March so I decided I can at least make a little money while I am lost in space, as it were. After three+ weeks of being on the dole with out getting the dole, I have come to the conclusion that I was really burnt out over December. I really put myself through the paces with working two jobs and dealing with Christmas and flying and such. Christmas was fun, but also busy, and stressful and just weird what with 9-11 and Grandma L not being around and such. Now that I have had more than enough time to dawdle (and reoganize my closets and desk for the new year--you would be amazed at my stowage factor) I am ready for the next step. I have to admit I didn't really do as much as I should have these last few weeks, but I think I needed the time to get over a Deep Blue Funk. Sometimes DBFs are a necessary progression. As Oprah and Guy Forsyth would say, ' You can't be who you wanna be, by staying who you are'. I think a DBF is a metamorphosis. So now I am rested, rejuvenated and ready to seize the future.

I have been invited to be Greg G's escort at a benefit for Human Rights Campaign-New York. I think it is going to be a blast. There I will be hobnobbing with pals like Eric McCormack, Kenny Cole, Moises Kaufman, Hillary (yes, THE Hillary) and other pals. Ahhh, I get to play the patrician!! You know, I want Greg to be happy and to find that special someone who is the Yen to his Yang and all that, but if his bachelorhood means I get to play Carrie Bradshaw for awhile, I think I am going to promote celibacy for him....just for awhile. This event is just the thing to cheer up an out-of-work, poor, struggling artist who is looking at an immediate future of prostituting her talents to put food on the table. Thanks Greg!

I had a weird dream last night. I think it is 9-11 related. I dreamed I was in the Arnold McGrath offices on the 9th floor or so and we saw the sky get dark and gloomy and then there were two tornados coming toward us. One blew out a window and people were almost getting blown out of the building. I kept trying to tell people (Bill Bailey, a guy I used to work for in Houston, was one of the people I spoke with) to take cover but they kept walking about and some got sucked toward the open window. I think we pulled some people to safety and then it stopped and I ran down the stairs to the main floor. I decided I needed to go back up so I took the elevator. But the elevator wasn't working normally. It became a car like you would ride on a ferris wheel. I was sitting in the car with Brendan Frasier (of "The Mummy" and "George of the Jungle" fame) and we were being hoisted up with a huge industrial crane to the correct floor. I went to go talk to some Arnold, McGrath friends in an office for awhile when the storms came back. I ran back to the stairs and climbed back down. Then the building fell over side ways. I could feel it fall and the room I was in moved to the side as well. Although things were twisting around me, I remained unscathed and climbed out of the room, over piles of dirt and rock. The firemen were there on the outside and I was walking toward other people trying to get them to move out of danger. Weird, Huh?

Posted by mermu at February 7, 2002 02:21 PM

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