This day is trudging by like slugs on salted pavement.
I dunno why, but our paperwork for all the Road Shows come in clumps or not at all…and after a first part of the week with “coming,” I’m in the “not at all” phase. This makes me sit here for hours and hours, building show trailers and catching up on my TV shows. Which sounds like an awesome gig…and prob’ly is…but I can’t appreciate it much, cuz I’m restless and need to keep getting up to pace the lobby.
…This seems an opportune time to run my lines, I think.
…Also: all my favorite shows right now have coinciding bummer endings this week, which makes me feel bad.
I think I take my TV character arcs a little too personally. For instance, here is Marty’s post from last night, while mid-way ‘tween viewings.
Meanwhile: Am listening to my “Karen/Martha Mixtape” and missing the show like crazy right now. Who’d have thunk you could miss puking out your guts? And it is actually the “performance” that I miss…not just the people and being at the theater. (Though I like them too…only don’t tell ‘em.)
…Maybe cuz a it takes work, and I feel like a total slacker right now.
Or maybe I just like it.
…Or both.
Harriet is still in the shop, for what now feels like going on infinity (in real-time, week two.)
…In that amount of time, “Joe’s” car accidentally kicked into “JM’s,” leaving bumper dimples and a totalled light, Marty’s car has died and been brought back from the grave so many times, I’ve lost count, while Ma’s is now in the same shop as mine, with an even bigger price tag on the repair list.
The Fella has called it, “The Great Car-Death of 2013.”
…And I feel bad about that too. As I seem to be the one linking factor to it all.”
I am the “X” in the car-crap formula.
…So you should stay away from me, maybe.
…And never give me a ride.
I’ll understand.
…Am now being chauffeured by Ma’s rental until “whenever they get that one part back from the grinder.”
I dunno what that means.
I don’t fucking speak “car.”
…All I know is: it ain’t done yet, and is highly inconvenient. To me and everyone else whose given me a ride lately and thus paid for it by karmic damage as a risidual of it.
All I can say is: “I’m sorry. And I’ll buy you a drink. Someday. When I’m done paying for all this shit. So like in ten years. If you’re around, totally look me up. I’m good for it.”
~D
