Outage

yesterday i repotted 3 plants, played with dogs, finished 3 paintings, watched amelie, wished i was the gnome, ate some fattening nuggets, didn't work out, dosed advil, watched scrubs and went to bed at 1130.

today i woke up late, made bacon, played with dogs, watered 80 plants, planted 1, righted the feld vines, contemplated the universe, got a call from Hell's Kitchen II to do standin/PA work for $100 a day. Temporarily conflicted, seized, stopped in tracks.

but thank god for the IMDB. i deduced that they got my resume not bcs god is trying to be funny or that they're making a horrible sequal to some movie with angelina jolie but that it's the reality tv show about a guy and some restaurants and some chefs. i think. yes. realitystaff.com. yes. that must be it. so luckily we push joshua tree back to sat. sun. mon. and my world isn't shattered with dashed expectation. he even asked if i could work sat. sun. and i was like er, no. definitely not. even this was too dangeroulsy close to upsetting my fragile world order. but i'm not complaining.