Eating my brains

I am so depressed. Today, I went to the bookstore ... and I couldn't buy anything. Financial difficulties. Can't afford any extraneous expenses. I didn't think that it would depress me so, but it did. I hardly go to the bookstore, but it's one of my favorite places. If you suggested to me that we spend some random Sunday at the bookstore, I would jump for joy. Once there, some book inevitably sucks me in. And it's always on the "Buy one, get one half off" table. So I buy ... like 4. I rarely spend less than $100 when I go. I only go about 4 times a year. I prefer Borders. Today, it was heartwrenching. I lingered over several tomes. I turned, hung my head, and left. So sad.

There was trick-or-treating at the mall while I was there. So cute. In fact, the drive over to the mall was lined with houses that have decorated for Halloween. Fake graveyards, ghosts, big bubbles of Halloween scenes in the front yard. It's kind of a big deal around here. I think more houses decorate for Halloween than for Christmas. Who knew? I don't know yet what my Halloween plans are, but I am either going to a bar/pub as a bat, or going to a dance club for an 80's Halloween bash as a Robert Palmer girl. I'll take a picture. That's if I feel well enough.

At first, I thought that I had inflammation of the zombie, or zombiosis. Then it was upgraded to Zombieson's disease. But now, I'm pretty sure that I have Whooping Cough. I know that sounds weird, but my symptoms seem to match. I am taking antibiotics for it that were originally intended for strep throat, which I don't have. So we'll see how it goes.

We should be filming part 2 of my trilogy epic on the weekend of Nov 8 and 9. I've been told that what we've got is great. I'm supposed to be writing some more. But I guess the Zombieson's got to my head.

I hope not.

Domo Arigato, Carlton Forbes.

Which one would you choose: zombie-osis, zombie-itis, or inflammation of the zombie?

I think I have Zombieson's disease. Tiny zombies are growing in my lungs, slowly replacing my lung tissues. In 10 months, I'll have zombies for lungs.

Well, that's how I feel. I have a pretty wicked cough (I'm so Bostonian).

I missed 2 days of work because of it. Not that I hate missing work, but I'm trying to save up my PTO. Got February to think of.

I haven't seen the video for the filming that we did this past weekend, but I hear it's pretty good. Now the director is trying to squeeze more filming into weekends that are not free for me. And since we are filming at my apt, that makes it a little sticky. I have said that they can't film at my apt without me. And since I don't have any weekends free, what this really means ... is that we're done filming. I hate to be the one responsible for that. But for a fun project, that is not going to see any profit, I think we need to draw the line somewhere.

I've ended up being not just the writer, but also the producer. And it hasn't been that expensive (yet - I haven't seen the electric bill yet from the lighting). I just don't want us to bend over backwards for this, pay a lot of money for it, and inconvenience my roommates, when we're not really seeing anything more than just some fun from it. I wish the director took that view.

So I've been feeling like a bad guy, with a wicked cough, with tons of work waiting for me. Then today, I remembered that we were watching a DVD copy of the Musical Matrix when we were filming this weekend and it was still in the DVD player. Some of you may not know what that is. But if you have a copy, and you've found the blue pill (Easter Egg), and you've watched that little tidbit, you know that it's exactly the kind of thing that can cheer you up when you have Zombieson's disease.

No Snoogie-Woogie

Today we are filming a comedy short in my apartment - one that I wrote. It is actually pretty exciting. I keep thinking, "I have always wanted to do this. What took so long?" To be honest, I knew far more people in Richmond who could have helped me to accomplish this. But for some reason, it just never came together there. Perhaps this is an advantage - not of moving to Boston - but of changing one's environment. We are no longer bound by preconceived limitations prescribed by others, or worse, by ourselves. My advice to you: take a look around and see if you are holding yourself back from anything ... unnecessarily.

Of course, there are bound to be problems. For example, one of our actors is 4 hours late to call. If you have any experience at all with performing arts, you'll know how bad that it.

Turn your head and cough

Lots has happened and I don't just mean financially. Although financially, I'm doing better these days.
No, I have been writing a comedy sketch that will be filmed this weekend and with any luck, playing on YouTube on a computer near you. I'm not sure when, cause there will be a fair amount of post-production. But I'm excited. Hopefully, it will be a trilogy. Hollywood, here I come.
In other news, my roommates and I have been hanging out a lot. They are good friends and I am glad to know them.
Speaking of friends, someone I met once in Tokyo emailed me out of the blue. He emailed cause he's going to be in Richmond. And I live in Boston. Sucks. He's very handsome - and according to his facebook page, single.
Last night, I went out downtown. Jason, one of my roommates, had a friend celebrating a birthday. We went to a pretty popular club called the Roxy. It was Gay Mafia night. I'm not sure if it was meant for mafia men who are gay or gay men who like the mafia. I'm well aware it was not meant for me. But if you have never had the experience of going to a gay club or a gay night, you are definitely missing out. At about 12:15 am, the shirts come off and good-looking, buff, oily, gay men dance uninhibitedly. The dance music is always very good. And everyone (except the lessies) is a good dancer. As a single (hetero) girl, it actually feels rather safe. And gay men have a knack for making you feel fabulous ... about yourself. So I had a good time. Despite being reminded of how old I'm getting. I can't keep doing that to myself.
I have had a really bad cough for a couple of weeks. It's a little alarming cause I have no other symptoms. When I do have a coughing fit, I can't breathe and I'll start wheezing. When it happens in bed, the coughing will actually make me throw up. So I've had some sleepless nights. I do not have any other symptoms. No fever, no fatigue, no phlegm even. It's bizarre. So I went to the doctor. His diagnosis? Maybe I have asthma. So he prescribed an inhaler. I thought it ridiculous, but I have the inhaler and I'm using it because now I'm getting desperate.
Otherwise, I'll keep you apprised.
How are you these days?