I am happy this day is over. A wasted morning dealing with stupid CD stuff, all of which turned out to be unnecessary drama and everything was fine. I only had time to futz and finesse one page, then I went and had a Cobb Salad but without any meat - it was actually really good, so I guess I'm finally back to rights. I had a bagel with it, and then splurged and had some tap tap tapioca pudding for dessert. By the time I got home I only had an hour left before I had to leave for the theater. I guess I got about one page done, then showered and left. Since I was on the road at two-fifty the last thing I expected was the drive from hell, but that's what I got. The twenty-five minute drive took almost an hour - at THREE in the afternoon! I got to the theater just in time. Then it became immediately apparent that the twenty people we were going to be auditioning weren't going to show up - in all, three did. What a waste of my time and energy when I could have been home happily writing away. At six-thirty I met Sami and her mom at a nearby place and I had a little flatbread thing that's like cheese on a cracker, and some fries. We all returned to the theater and I decided to just get home so I could get back to writing. That turned out to be a terrible decision. I got on the freeway at 7:30 and it took thirty minutes to go one mile. That's right. I finally got off and took Beverly Glen, but didn't get home until eight-thirty. Had I but stayed for the show I would have gotten home an hour later, but had no frustration and I would have seen what apparently was one of our best shows with a great and loud audience. Oh, well. Oh, and while I was having the ride from hell to the theater and approaching Wilshire Blvd on Beverly Glen, the traffic was backed up so far it was nauseating. But to the right, which usually has at least some parked cars, was empty all the way, so I decided to just pass up all the yahoos since it was free and clear. I got to my right and began and about thirty feet later some doofus just slightly swerved his car towards me because, guess what, he was texting - I had to slightly swerve to my right and in so doing my car hit a trash can - no problem there really, other than it completely decapitated my passenger side mirror - cut clean off. So, I called the Infiniti dealer and ordered a new one.
