(I freaking love that movie.)
So…Who else has the cause for Ultimate Suffering? Wait, wait! I can answer that question.
The answer would be ME.
The check engine light is back on in my car.
I would say that the popping sound you just heard was my brain exploding, but to be honest, it exploded so many times last week, it really hasn’t recovered yet. My husband said that he talked to the mechanic about this possibility and that it probably isn’t a big deal and something that can be fixed at our leisure but we have to get it scanned (again) and I have to look at the damn engine light being on while I drive (again).
Since I don’t want to just concentrate on car suck a duck, here are some other random bullets of yada yada yada.
- I get to see one of my college roommates for lunch and and a manicure/pedicure today. I have to have my nails done for my role in Thoroughly Modern Millie and I have to say that I am really a fan of it. I NEVER paint my own nails. I always end up looking like Lizzie Borden after her big axe workout with the folks. They look horrible. Having someone else do it is pretty awesome.
- Since I only get paid for doing the show at the end of the run, I will have a nice little sum of money. It will probably be put towards debt but I would LOVE it to be put towards a Nikon D60. I like having a little money of my own. It makes me really keep thinking about how I wish I had some skill that was actually profitable. Everything I’m good at is usually low or non-paying. Yippee.
- I’m getting freaked out about BlogHer. Mainly? I AM FRIGHTENED I WILL BE A DEER IN HEADLIGHTS WHEN YOU INTRODUCE YOURSELF AND I WILL NOT KNOW WHO YOU ARE OR RECOGNIZE WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE OR REMEMBER YOUR NAME. Because most of the time I call people by their blog name in emails, conversations and in my head. I am scared that I will just draw a big, fat blank when put in social situation.
- Mid-July is going to be an experiment in travel hell. I get back from BlogHer on the 20th. I have a show on the 21st and I leave to Seattle for a family reunion on the 22nd. Did I mention I will be driving in a van with TWELVE OTHER PEOPLE? It is almost enough to make me want to walk the pier and give $5 blowjobs to come up with airfare. (Except I live in a desert, so there is no pier. And that pesky TMJ issue I have probably wouldn’t jive with my master plan, either. Freak. I can’t even make money at the world’s oldest profession. This doesn’t bode well for that whole “Career plan” that I’ve been thinking about. Crap).
Well, this post has been rather random and inappropriate. What can I say? I like keeping you on your toes.