I know. I'm posting late. I screwed-up my neck. I mean really screwed it up. My doctor told me that my cervical vertebrae (that means "neck bones," for those of you not particularly versed in medical terminology) were so contorted that my brain stem was exposed. In other words, the circulation to my brain was compromised and the pain was EXCRUCIATING. Needless to say, I couldn't think straight. Poor Tim had to take care of me the whole time. Do you know what it's like to try to sleep next to someone who can't sleep because just laying there is unbearably painful? Tim does now. As always, he came to my rescue. All is good for both of us now, though. My neck is back in line. so I'm back in business, and Tim can finally get a good night's sleep.
I had a last-minute audition last night! It was for a play in the Fringe Festival. I'm getting ready for another audition for this weekend now, too. Getting closer to living the dream!
...and in closing:
"I want people to re-evaluate me. My dream would be to make films like Clint Eastwood did... You have to be a self-starter out here at a certain point. It's important to take the reigns or, otherwise, you can be regaled to obscurity so quickly." - Bill Paxton
You got that right, Bill. Here's to taking the reigns and making your own rules.
Redefining "cool" on a daily basis