Break a Leg

You know, I always find it hard to come back from vacation, the older I get the harder it gets.  It's like "No...I was still on vacation...I was still vacating!"  To leave all the fun and revelry to come back to all the things that you HAVE to do but don't really feel like doing, i.e.: your life...this is just dumb...I need to find a way just to be on permanent free-time, just floating above reality and scoffing all the people still stuck in it...but I hate LA.

I finally went to the dentist yesterday.  It's only been about 5 years or so, no biggie.  I need two fillings, a word that starts with M that I can't remember, and possibly braces.  Well, I can't say I'm surprised.  Actually, I can: I surprised it wasn't worse.  At least I didn't have to have anything pulled or get a root canal or something crazy like that.  I try to take care of my teeth...but I just could never get into the habit of regular flossing.  So now I (and by "I" I mean the dental insurance I get through work) will be shelling over a not inconsiderable amount of cash to make up for 5 years of lazy.  Will I ever learn?

No. Nope. Uh-uh.

I finally finished my traffic school. Woo!  Just one less thing lurking over my shoulder.  Now if only somebody would put a deadline on cleaning my room, I could get something done around here.  The other night I was having this dream in which I found out I was going to die and the first thing through my mind was not fear for my life, but fear that somebody else would have to clean my room.  Is that how I want to be remembered?  Dirty socks and glasses and  random dusty pile of things accumulated over the years?  I've considered the prospect of having a "Clean Chad's Room" party where I get everybody gloves and gas masked and tetanus shots and pizza and beer...but I don't think there would be a very big turn out for something like that.  Still, one can dream.

I started rehearsal for The Nutcracker again last Friday.  This is an annual thing I do with a local ballet school for which they pay me pretty good money.  It's always weird to come back after a year of having not seen these kids and suddenly they're 4 inches taller and starting to look weird, when they used to ba all small and cute.  And me with less hair every year...the first year I did it I have nigh unto an afro.  Now: not so much.  But it's still fun.  It was just one of those things that fell into my lap and has turned out for the best.

So that's my weekely update.  Everybody in America, go vote on Tuesday.  Everybody not in America, scoff at our ridiculous political system as we scrabble in a last ditch effort to stave off another economic depression.  Good Times!  Yay, America! USA! USA!  The only good thing about a depression would be that then EVERYBODY would know what it's like to be an out-of-work actor.

Happy Jenday!