Think I'll buy me a football team

This was the longest four day week in history. So much shit happened. Well, to tell you the truth, not that much happened. I did get a bit emotional one night after work, but luckily the only witnesses to my mental breakdown (I made some very interesting and potentially emotionally scarring - to the cats - vocalisms) were Patrick and the cats. Maybe I freaked out unnecessarily (you think?), but I've been taking it personally, how difficult getting things done has been. Maybe that's the point. Maybe I need to take it personally to make it better.

I don't know. I just don't want to work in a shithole where nobody cares and where I have to navigate my co-worker's piles of crap (literally: Piles of Crap) on a daily basis and where I have to report my whereabouts when I leave my desk to, oh, I don't know, go to the bathroom or make some copies.

Stupid shit like that is draining on a person. Now, not as draining as worrying about land mines or enemy fire, but still. It sucks on a much lower level, sure, but it still sucks.

Then again, maybe I was just menstrual.

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Tomorrow is the cue-to-cue for City Garage's next big production. They're doing an adaption of Heiner Muller's "The Mission" called "The Mission (Accomplished)." I have made the same mistake I've made, I think, with every show, in that I asked for, received, and then didn't read the script prior to the cue-to-cue, which means not only am I not going to understand what's going on (because cue-to-cues are not the time to understand what's going on but are the time to figure out how what's going on is going to be lighted and punctuated with sound), I'm not going to know where the hell they are when they jump from scene to scene. Really, it's not a big deal, but I do think it's interesting that I went through the trouble to ask and then didn't do what sounded like an excellent idea. In fact: it still sounds like an excellent idea. Then again, there's still time, if I wanted to GET UP OFF THE FREAKIN' COUCH. Anyway, can't wait to be there and see what they've been up to. This is always the interesting part - I love coming in and seeing the show move from black flat stage to something else and then something else again in the two weeks of tech rehearsals before the opening. It's fun to be a part of that. Check it out.

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Right now "The Wall" is on VH1 Classic. Not the greatest venue for this movie (commercials? Substituting some word that sounds like "goop" for "shit" [as in, "I've got fifteen channels of goop on the TV to choose from"]) but it's a good movie. To (mis)quote my friend Rachel from 1985, "Bob Geldof is FINE!" Right now I'm trying to remember when and where and with whom I first watched this movie. I want to say it was with Adam at Jay's house, which would make it 1989 but I have a feeling, a sinking feeling really, that it was with Myles at the house of some loser friend of his whose name I don't exactly remember but whose initials were "J.B." If that's the case, then it was probably 1988, and just where the hell did my mother think I was all those times I was hanging out with Myles and "J.B."? Those two took me on the scariest ride in any car I've ever been on, and that story is not fit for this venue. Ask me some other time and I might tell you. Then again, I might not.

Speaking of good looking men, I've been watching Val Kilmer's movie, "Top Secret!" It's a terrible, piece of shit, hysterical movie with wonderfully silly and perfect music, and it looks amazing on my iPod. Val looks perfect on my iPod. If and when they make movies out of Michael Connelly's Harry Bosch novels (if they haven't already), Val would make an excellent Harry. And I love that all the captions for the photos he has posted on his "MySpace" page are all caps. I might try that. Gives things a very non-ironic feel.

VAL KILMER AS HARRY BOSCH WOULD KICK ASS

Yeah. Now leave me alone, I gotta go see if "Real Genius" is available on iTunes.

I love that Val's photo matches this blog's color scheme. It's almost as if I planned it. Could his eyes be any bluer?

He looks a bit like John Ritter in this photo. John would've made a good Harry Bosch, too. I guess John was a bit older than Val; still, Harry was supposed to have been in Vietnam, I think. He's no spring chicken. I just watched a movie John Ritter was in called "Tadpole." He did a good job, it was interesting. Fucking heart defect.

Okay, really, I must stop writing now. I really want a popsicle and instead of getting one, I've been sitting here, ogling men I don't know and will probably never know. Popsicle! Real Genius! Get the fuck up, Irene!!