I'm here... it's quarter of midnight, and I'm waxing verbose.
For in the twilight hour
Upon a throne of gold
A miser sat in darkness
Forever to be lone.
And in the forest shadows
Another man did sit.
He giggled with the starlight
And shared with it his wit.
I would write something moving, or soul baring, but... there's nothing in me at the moment that needs movement or exposure, to be honest. I'm feeling particularly lucky today. Lucky that I have so many wondrous friends. And believe me, it surprises me that I do, because I'm one fickle bitch when it comes to my friends. I have many, many acquaintances, but until recently, the number of folks I called friend was rather small.
But lately they've been gravitating towards me. I find them, and add them to my collection of decadent miscreants, and it's all good.
I miss the Boston, but I'm learning to like the California.
Tomorrow I'm mailing my headshot and resume to Richard Dean Anderson and asking him for an audition for Stargate: Atlantis. What do I have to lose, right?
Anyone know how to get a hold of Christopher Guest? I have a brilliant idea for his next movie, and I want to be in it.