Song Lyric of the Day:
So you were born in an electrical storm / Took a bite out the sun / Saw your future in a machine built for two / Now your rays, make me kind of go crazy, shocked and awe and amaze me / Just a ticker tape parade and me
OK Go / “Do What You Want”
10:29PM.
I’ve been completely scatterbrained this week. I actually woke up Tuesday morning and had no idea what day it was. My mind is going about a thousand miles a minute, it seems. I guess it’s a combination of things: work (busy but fun), home improvement, Samantha’s wedding, planning a visit from out-of-town friends, planning a visit to New York City, budgeting for new tires, finally going to the doctor about my bum hip, yada yada yada. I can honestly say that the week has flown by; I can’t believe tomorrow it will be Friday already.
Tonight our contractor, Jeff, came over to discuss starting demolition on the Florida room. Our doors and windows were delivered a few days ago, so we’re ready to start. I will, of course, be photographing every step of the remodel and posting photos here as the project progresses. I also suspect we might finally have to put Caleb on doggy Prozac. We’ll see how well he handles the noise and disruption. I know Snoops won’t be in the least bit fazed by the activity; she’s a real trooper.
As I mentioned, I finally got around to seeing an orthopedic specialist about my right hip. The good news is it’s not bursitis, as a general practitioner diagnosed in May 2004. The bad news is, the doctor isn’t sure exactly what the problem is, so I have to go in for an MRI next Friday, which has me a bit scared. I’m not claustrophobic, but the idea of being in a narrow metal tube freaks me out more than you can imagine. The nurse who scheduled the MRI for me was nice enough to call the other office and ask if I would have to go all the way in the tube. Lucky me, being tall means that I might only have to go in as far as my neck. Any farther, I’m going to ask for a nice valium cocktail to help me relax.
After work I headed over to my headshot photographer‘s studio, but I missed her by about seven minutes, so I need to get by this weekend to get my comp cards ordered (my agent let me know which two photos she wants me to use). The sooner I get my comp card, the sooner my agent can submit me for acting and/or modeling jobs, and the sooner I can pay back my Apple loan and pay off my last credit cards. Seeing as how I missed her, I headed to Borders (it was closer than Barnes & Noble) to see if I could find a certain magazine, which I did. Any self-respecting Wentworth Miller fan needs to run, not walk, to their nearest bookstore and pick up the August issue of Details magazine. Why? Because he looks like this:
*Scan courtesy of Wentworth Miller Online.And now you know why he’s called The Pretty.
I think I need to buy Rich a Maxim magazine so we can call it even. For now.
He does look good on the cover, but buying Rich an issue of MAXIM would not make it even!