YOU GOT MORE OUT OF IT THAN I PUT INTO IT LAST NIGHT
"Hello
there (hello there), how are you? (how are you) it's so good (it's
so good), to see you (to see you)." Apparently if you sing
this song in a circle with a bunch of runny-nosed children, you
get strep throat. Yay antibiotics! Boo feeling like maird. I went
to the doctor yesterday and they quick-swabbed my throat and gave
me the news that I'm officially diseased. And it's good that I know
it so I don't pass anything to some unsuspecting sucker like how
the biohazaredy green-mucused child passed it to me. Ugh.
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I
do not like the fact that my GP doctor, who I've been seeing for
the past seven years, is the same age as me. And the baby's pediatrician
is a year younger than me. And my former OB is a year older than
me. This makes me feel a) lazy, b) retarded, c) totally lazy and
retarded, and x) y) z) old.
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I'd
been planning to shoot a short film for my writer's group today,
but yesterday I gave the script to Gray to read and he sat there
stoney-faced for all of its three pages and then stared at me like
I'd landed there in the kitchen on a UFO from planet anus. Apparently
I write unlikeable characters who don't exist in a three-act structure.
And who are bitter and unfunny. And then he told me how to make
it better. I'm not sure what the right solution for this scenario
is. Should I have shot it anyway because maybe it would have been
funny with my actor (and plus *I* thought it was pretty funny on
paper anyway), or should I have abandoned it like I did? With twenty-four
hours of hindsight I think I should have just shot it. What's the
harm? He's used to scripts with network notes that take six weeks
to make, so it's in his best interest to say something's bad so
it doesn't go any further before it gets fixed. But I would have
shot mine in six hours and worked on it for three days. Yeah. I
should have done it.
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It's
now much later in the day, and we're back from going to Chinatown
and to Lowe's where we bought a new dishwasher. Should a dishwasher
go bad after only seven years? I don't think so. The good news is
our model was recalled because the jetdry setting sets them on fire,
so even though ours didn't explode we'll still get $150 towards
a new one. Nice. In the meantime I haven't been crazy about washing
dishes by hand, although I've gotten good at it again pretty quickly.
Here's
what the baby ate for dinner tonight: plain yogurt, egg yolk, lentils,
and tofu. We should all be so healthy. His poops are magnificent.
