Wednesday, October 13, 2004
phew.
last night, i had an oddly persistent, evening-ruining backache. it reprised itself today after i got to work. i thought i was going to pass out. an hour later--gone. i don't know what is up, but gone is good.
i love the monkey, and he gets to complain as much as i would, were i in similar shoes, about coming back to new york and waiting tables after a month or two as king arthur. but so help me, when i alert him to the upcoming required auditions for the incomparable shockheaded peter and he thanks me and then chirps, "i'll ask my agent to submit me! and if she won't, then i'll go to the open call,"
i want to say, hey, man, nothing wrong with thinking it--it's the truth, and a perfectly logical plan--but what would it have cost you to keep that one to yourself, mr. success? given that we just ten minutes ago had a conversation about the heartbreak of the unrepresented and how you've never offered to introduce me to this fabulous agent of yours?
. . . garbledina . . .
i love the monkey, and he gets to complain as much as i would, were i in similar shoes, about coming back to new york and waiting tables after a month or two as king arthur. but so help me, when i alert him to the upcoming required auditions for the incomparable shockheaded peter and he thanks me and then chirps, "i'll ask my agent to submit me! and if she won't, then i'll go to the open call,"
i want to say, hey, man, nothing wrong with thinking it--it's the truth, and a perfectly logical plan--but what would it have cost you to keep that one to yourself, mr. success? given that we just ten minutes ago had a conversation about the heartbreak of the unrepresented and how you've never offered to introduce me to this fabulous agent of yours?
. . . garbledina . . .
