Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, having just had a long telephonic conversation and so naturally these here notes will be going up late but sometimes that is the way of things, the very nature of things, the bottom line. Also, I am nauseous from eating several mediocre foodstuffs for the entirety of yesterday. The Entirety of Yesterday – that’s the title of my next novel, which I’ll begin writing tomorrow and will be finished with on Tuesday and available for pre-order on Wednesday. I did watch the first thirty minutes of a motion picture I’m fond of and which I watch every five years or so – Juggernaut. I’ll finish it up today at some point. I also watched some irritating YouTube videos because they ultimately put me to sleep and I did sleep for about an hour, I’d guess.
Yesterday was a weird food day. I got four hours of sleep again because I decided to enter proofer two’s fixes before slumbering – there weren’t a humungous number of them so it only took about ninety minutes. She of the Evil Eye arrived at eight-thirty and I was out the door soon thereafter. I’d already decided to breakfast at the NoHo Diner, formerly Sitton’s Coffee Shop. Sitton’s was always mediocre. I’ve had two experiences at the NoHo Diner, both bad. It looks like a typical diner and I like that part. But lately I’ve noticed it’s gotten some nice review on Yelp, but then I sometimes forget that the people who review on Yelp are usually very young people who know nothing about food. They like the hipster aspect of it and that it’s open twenty-four hours. So, with hopes high I had a bacon and cheese omelet, home fries, and rye toast, buttered. And a Diet Coke, of course. That was the first warning sign – a can of Diet Coke, for which they charge four dollars. Obviously, no refills – you want a second one? Another four dollars. I made do with one. Dear Lord, how do you screw up an omelet? Well, let me count the damn ways. It tasted like someone hadn’t cleaned the griddle in the past eight years. If ammonia had a taste, this omelet would be the perfect example. The cheese was not melted – looked like someone had stuck in two slices of cheese at the last minute. The bacon was on the verge of being undercooked. The home fries were inedible, and the toast was cold. The can of Diet Coke was very good.
I picked up no mail, then I stopped at the new Whole Foods down the street from me. It’s certainly the biggest Whole Foods store I’ve ever seen. I just looked around, looked at the hot food bar and perused the products. The people in there were all young, entitled, wealthy Sherman Oaks people who somehow think that Whole Foods is healthy (it really isn’t) and hip at the same time. They’re also spending double of what even Gelson’s charges. But a couple of things looked okay to me.
Then we had another rehearsal in a room with no air conditioning and trust me, the air needed conditioning. It’s been disgustingly hot here and muggy, too. Couldn’t wait to get out of there. Rehearsal went well. Afterwards, I went back to the Whole Foods and got some mac-and-cheese, a couple of chicken strips that looked quite good, and a little shrimp salad that looked like it might be interesting.
I came home and had the chicken strips and mac-and-cheese. The chicken strips were terrible – chalky tasting, flavorless, and pointless. The mac-and-cheese wasn’t bad. Much later, I had the shrimp salad – it was fair but it’s really not sitting in the tummy very well. A bad, bad food day all around. For the foreseeable future, I’m only eating what I already know is good. I also finished prepping the 70, Girls, 70 script, so that’s done.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll have me a ME day, I’ll get ready to send in the proofed, partially designed book to the company that will then make sure it’s up to the specs of the publisher. They did that for Preview Harvey and did a great job. They also do the eBook, too. Mostly, I’ll be lazy, eat something mild and good, and I’m sure I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow is another rehearsal, then we have run-throughs several times this week prior to tech. I have meetings and meals, I’ll hope blurbs come in, and we’ll get ready to begin casting 70, Girls, 70. And boy do I need a modern major miracle or the rest of the year all the projects will be posthumous, if you get my meaning and I know you do.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, have me a ME day, send in the book, I’ll eat something my tummy won’t have an issue with, and I’ll watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers get to make with the comments and we all get to post about them. So, let’s have loads of lovely comments and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy in the knowledge that you know the entirety of yesterday.