Well, dear readers, let’s just cut right to the damn chase, shall we? Let’s just get right to it, let’s not have any delays, let’s not dilly-dally or shilly-shally, let’s not stall or drag this out one second more: Yesterday was a day from HELL, which I dubbed HELL Day. Some of it had to do with the publisher and still trying to get people to communicate with me without me having to constantly bug them, and to just get what they owe me. That took up too much of the day and while they put in the order for my contractual free paperbacks, I could not get the return call from the person I wanted to talk to – and I tried everything, even going to her supervisor. We’re going to have to rectify that on Monday. I only got about six hours of sleep because of it.
Thankfully, my noon-fifteen lunch was a grand respite from that – it was fun and funny and the food was great. We went to my favorite Burbank Eyetalian jernt, Tony’s Bella Vista. I almost had a small pepperoni pizza, I almost had spaghetti carbonara, but I decided to be good and had a salami sandwich, a tiny salad, and the sandwich came with about an ounce of pasta with butter sauce. It was all very good.
After lunch, I stopped at the mail place and got no important envelope because I found that the package hadn’t even been sent yet. We’ve rectified that situation. But I did get the check from Vitello’s and it was half of what I was expecting, so I had to write an e-mail about that – I personally counted the room and I also saw the tally of the covers on the computer so something is screwy somewhere. Unfortunately, my gal is out of town until next Wednesday. She’s already been out of town for two weeks – must be a very long vacation. But I want to get this straightened out and the numbers are, thankfully, on my side. She’d e-mailed me the number of paid admissions many days before the show, and I know how many I purchased after that – and that comes to the number in the invoice – only I know there were ten reservations that were made on show day, as well as others prior to that. As I said, something is screwy somewhere and I hope we can rectify it.
Once home, more irritating things happened and at that point I was quite done with HELL Day. I did some work on the computer, ate some damn Swedish fish, and sat on my couch like so much fish and dozed off for about twenty minutes.
I was in no mood to do anything but strangle a tortilla, so I just listened to music, a lot of film music by the wonderful Phillippe Sarde – that was very nice and even soothing. At some point I made the remaining hamburger and that was fine and not too caloric, and of course all the HELL of the day gave me a big ol’ headache. But, I just continued to listen to music (switching to the symphonies of Malcolm Arnold) and relax. I also shaved so I wouldn’t have to do that in the morning.
Today, I am hoping that HELL Day is completely over and done with. I’ll be up early, I’ll shower, and then I’ll mosey on over to the Group Rep to do our third and final workshop. Directly after it, I’ll film the little tribute for the David Cassidy event and get that to them. I was then intending to see the upstairs one-acts at the Group Rep but we’ll see how I’m feeling. At some point I’ll eat, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, and then I’ll relax and probably watch something, although I do have a set of liner notes to write.
Tomorrow, I’ll probably just have a ME day and do a bit of preparation for our new release. This week is filled with meetings and meals and going and doing and doing and going and announcing our new title.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up early, do a workshop, film a short tribute, maybe see two one-acts, eat, hopefully pick up packages, maybe write some liner notes, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Best Eyetalian food ever. Where, when, what Eyetalian food do you cook at home. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping and praying that we have no repeat of HELL Day.