Another adventure in cat ownership: I was on the phone with someone about a callback. Because I didn't want the cats interuppting, I went into my back room and closed the door. Sadly, the effort was in vain, because Persephone, with her determination to be a pain in the ass at every turn, began banging against the door and screaming louder than a police siren. Finally even the interviewer had to ask what was going on. Embarassed, I explained that I wasn't killing my cat. She's just a spoiled brat! Have a lovely Sunday! VAI.
I was going to practice at the track today, but it rained all day. No complaints; we need the rain! Hopefully I can practice next weekend to be sure the car is running right before opening night.
Nothing in the world can make you laugh than a good friend. Case in point, the first text on my phone when I woke up this morning: "What day is it?" I called back, to find the aforementioned friend suffering a searing hangover, because he decided to play a drinking game with his friends: Watch Season 4 of Project Runway, and take a shot every time someone says the words "fierce" or "fabulous." To my Christian Siriano-obsessed friend, I gave this advice: "Black coffee, cold shower, and no more "dumb" for you this weekend." Have a great Saturday! VAI.
Thanks for checking it out; I didn't know where it was showing. I'm hoping it does well and they expand. Everyone at the premiere loved it, but then we all had a personal interest in it also.
I learned something new yesterday: Why people calling in to a radio station curse when they don't win. I've never called a radio station for anything before yesterday, but felt inspired to try with the promise of tickets to see my favorite band up for grabs. The exercise taught me two things: One, no amount of begging, pleading, spells or prayers can make up for the HUGE lack of luck I have in games of chance. Two, when people cuss on the air, they're not as out-of-line as I always thought! TGIF! VAI.
