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January 10, 2019:

THE BLOATED ME

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Well, dear readers, this week is flying by, like a gazelle having a Twitter meltdown. I, on the other hand, did not have a Twitter meltdown due to the fact that the only time I Twit is when we’re announcing a new project.  I have never understood Twitter and frankly I never want to.  Why the HELL am I talking about Twitter and Twitting?  Don’t I have better things to do, like write some notes and complain about how full I still am due to eating a LOT of Chinese food. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves or even afoot of ourselves.

I actually got close to eight hours of sleep, arising at eleven.  I’d stayed up quite late and had done nineteen pages or something, as I’d gotten a burst of writing energy.  Naturally, after answering e-mails and hoping for sweet, I futzed and finessed and it’s amazing how many typos there were – I fixed all those, rewrote much of it, got rid of some and added some, and then went on to write three new pages.  I’d been having a little craving for the food of the Chinese, so I Yelped best Chinese takeout in the Oaks of Sherman and found a place that, despite a few bum reviews, mostly had raves.  I wrote down the address.  Then I went and picked up no packages but quite a bit of mail – two SAG screeners of films I already had from the DGA – I think someone has stolen a lot of these because I see people talking about all kinds of screeners I haven’t received, like Bohemian Rhapsody and Cold War – very irritating, I must say.  The DGA screeners have to be signed for and so those never go missing.  But SAG just does regular mail and it’s very obvious what they are so I think a lot are stolen.

I did get a tiny bit of unexpected sweet in the form of a WGA residual for The Faculty – always helpful.  It wasn’t huge by any stretch of the imagination, but I went and put it in the bank along with another small check from a cast member who’d bought some A Carol Christmas CDs – that check had been lying on the floor of the motor car since December 1. Go know.  After the bank, I drove up to the Chinese jernt, which turned out to be a restaurant I was to several times, as it was a favorite of Muse Margaret and her ever-lovin’ Richard, located on the southwest corner of Magnolia and Coldwater Canyon.  But a few years ago, new owners took over so I’d never gone back.  I ordered a regular-sized orange chicken – extra crispy – cashew chicken, smaller-sized, and some string beans.  I must say it was rather expensive, like really expensive, like more than Genghis Cohen expensive.  I came home and had my first helping.  The orange chicken took a while to get used to as it wasn’t a patch on the butt cheeks of Genghis Cohen – it was a bit weird but I got used to it and over the course of the day and evening I managed to eat almost all of it.  I did like the cashew chicken, though, but the green beans were a bit of a bust – no one does those better than Genghis Cohen.

I had two servings and then went back to writing and did about four new pages, which put me around seven.  I took a break and actually dozed off on the couch for about twenty minutes.  Then I had a few things to do on the computer, plus some questions I needed answered for the book, so I wrote those out and sent to the person who’s been helping with the research on this particular location. But I didn’t get a response until much later in the evening.  So, I just mushed on and eventually did thirteen pages, and there will be at least two or three more before I go to bed.  I also ate the remaining cashew chicken and all but two pieces of the orange chicken, along with the white rice.  The green beans went into the trash.  But if you actually break it down I’m not sure why I’m so full – if you figure the large orange chicken was dinner and the small cashew chicken was lunch, that’s not overdoing things, really, but maybe it is because I feel like a bloated old Jew, which, of course, I kind of am.  I then got answers to my questions as well as had a telephonic conversation with some more clarity.  I then went back and adjusted those sections that needed to be adjusted, to get all the details right.  That took a bit of time because I moved a lot of stuff around to smooth it out.

Then I listened to a bit of music – I really haven’t been listening to much this week. And then it was time to write these here bloated notes to go along with the bloated me.

Today, I shall futz and finesse then endeavor to write fifteen pages or so, and I am determined that ten of them will be written prior to the second Kritzerland rehearsal.  I also still have to enter the Muse Margaret typo fixes and expand one section with a little description, so I may try to do that today, as well.  I’ll call the mail place, as I don’t want to waste a trip down there if there’s nothing to pick up, which there may not be.  Then we’ll have our rehearsal, which won’t end until around eight-fifteen, then I’ll write some more after that and also relax a bit.  Today and tomorrow I really have to keep the calorie intake to 1000 – I have been very bad the past week-and-a-half, which is what always happens whilst writing a book.

Tomorrow will be a mostly writing day.  She of the Evil Eye comes on Saturday, but I can’t eat before the stumble-through, so I’ll just try to stick around for a bit and write, then I’ll go do some errands, then come back and get everything set up for the stumble-through. After that, there’s a little early dinner thing and then I’ll come home, relax, and write some more.  Sunday, I’ll try to do several pages before I leave for sound check and then we do our show. I think there are only seven seats left, so that’s a good thing.  And I have three seats at my table that I’m saving for emergency purposes.  After, I’m sure some of us will get a bite to eat.  Monday I print out however many pages I’ve done this week, Xerox them, and deliver to Muse Margaret.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, futz and finesse, write, eat something that is no more than 1000 calories (many options), hopefully pick up packages, have our second Kritzerland rehearsal, then write more, then relax.  Today’s topic of discussion: What have been your favorite Chinese food meals? What do you love, what don’t you love? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, feeling like the bloated me.

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