The word from Burbank is that I’m back to work on August 15. The nights of bar hopping in Walnut Creek, driving Nish crazy in the Marina, and failing to be a contender in basketball (both mini and standard) are temporarily coming to an end. The positives: cool co-workers, a nice income, and access to the studio lot and its many beautiful actresses (who will pay me no attention whatsoever). Negatives: office space is at a premium, so it’s back to the cold, dark, window-less storage room that I sometimes slept in throughout 2003, and the horror that comes with living in a town where police helicopters fly by at all hours and traffic barely slows when vehicles randomly burst into flames on the side of the interstate. Ah well, it’s only 153 days until Antarctica.
"My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?" — David Mitchell