Living with friends....

So, I have a roommate these days. He's sweet and funny and prone to despair. He's been in LA almost 2 months and is not yet a star. Imagine. BUT, he has managed to destroy a car and go through his savings, so he's right on track. He's also booked a bunch of low paying gigs with impressive credit listings such as "thug" and "geeky guy" and is waiting tables. He somehow fails to see the perfection in his path....

And me, little miss isolated loner, is constantly in contact with another human being. It's crazy and refreshing and kind of lovely.

I've also managed to get the bronchial infection that is going around. Two weeks so far sounding like a cross between Brenda Vaccaro and a dying hyena. Nothing like trying to keep a room full of kids, all under age 12, in order with no voice and a hacking cough. Not fun. And funny. All at once. I'm in rehearsals for a silly little play about a messed up witch and a bunch of wayward princesses. The cast is all under the age of 12 and they are each funny and talented and special and absolutely normal...all at the same time. It keeps me grounded and happy, working with kids. Even though I'm sure one of them gave me the bronchial infection to start with.

The rest of my plan to take over my own world...not going according to the timeline.  But I'm working on it.