ding.it got to me this morning, the having nothing to do. i may have projects, and i may sort of work on them day to day, but moving to new york isn't so much about my house projects, even the best ones. the monkey left for is six thousandth audition this morning (this is not true, and he is also disconcerted by not having work, but in my grass-is-greener brattiness i somehow believe i am the greater martyr because i don't belong to the effing union and can't go to the early morning EPAs he kills himself to get to), and i was envious. also, i looked at his resume while it was printing and suddenly felt like mine was made out of macaroni and yarn. i can't do much about the lack of auditions--and let me speak of this a moment: who would have guessed? i know i'm new here and like anywhere, the really good stuff happens under the covers in a bed you have to charm and prove your way into, but . . . i guess i thought new york would be different. it's the land of opportunity! the streets are paved with cheese! i pore over the audition listings in every periodical i can find, and i swear to god once you've eliminated the musicals and the folks who only need black and latino men, there are not a lot of parts for the non-union ingenue. at all.
anyway. i was going to say, so maybe i'll go to the zoo today. been wanting to. and i'm starting to get scared of what will happen if i continue to stay in the apartment so much.
lemme also tell you that we hung out at the dog park yesterday, and there was a great dane, three or so medium sized retrievers, a pug and a chihuahua. they were racing around in a pack--the pug most seriously of all--and then, another great dane came in. they looked like dinosaurs next to the other dogs. and you could tell they were so happy not to be alone in the world, to have found a friend who saw eye-to-eye with them, ten hands high.
and then one dog humped *everybody.* he was, like, the designated humper.
um, the end.
