They're going to charge me with neglect and put my blog in foster care. I'm not going to take all the blame though, I was busy being sick. That and there's this thing that happens between the hours when I'm at work or asleep, I think it's called "life". I dunno, mostly I just dismiss it as hear-say.
I wish I could say that I have something to talk about, okay, bitch about or even any important news. But alas, I do not. Nothing really out of the ordinary has been going on and I've been too sick to be really pissed off about anything (other than being sick). The only interesting thing to happen to me lately was Saturday I got my first professional job working on a film set.
It was a very, very, very long day that involved a lot of waiting, doing nothing and being amazed by the level of stress some people had managed to reach without actually having their heads explode. Oh and eating, we did a lot of that. Just to clarify, I am NOT complaining. They paid me a stupid amount of money to eat and sit on my ass which is just fine with me. Given the opportunity to do it again, I'll be there in a heartbeat. It's also hours I need if I ever want to join the union (by which I mean 'if I ever want to work on a union set, thus requiring me to join the goddamned union').
Anyway, I saved up every ounce of strength and ability to not be sick for that one day. Now my sick is back with a vengence and I'm on my third box of kleenex. But I will try to be around more again. Really. I promise. I know how much you all probably missed me.