My Lunch

I've made a point of staying away from writing about everyday stuff, like what I eat for lunch or how I hate LA traffic. I don't particurlarly like those types of blogs, so why write one? Tonight, though, I have only random, everyday things on my mind, so I figured I'd give the "typical" a shot. Here's what I've been up to since my last post.

-A few weeks ago I spent a long weekend at a ridiculous beach house in Malibu. The house was so close to the water I could fish from the deck (i.e. she only want me for my pimp juice). I had an amazing time. Too good, actually. I was depressed for a week after leaving. There's something about a nice vacation that completely messes up my equilibrium. When it's all over, all said and done, I convince myself I still deserve to be there. So when I get home and receive a call about a broken toilet, I typically want to rip someone's head off. Needless to say, I didn't answer the phone much those days.

-I have a couple of writing gigs that are currently in limbo (i.e. awaiting decisions from the big wigs). One is a feature length comedy involving belly dancers. It would be low budget (five million-ish), but a great first credit. I pitched my idea on Friday, and had a lengthy discussion with the executive producer afterwards, which is a good sign. The other gig is for a friend's show that's developing at HBO. If the show is greenlit I'll be on board as a staff writer, which would be an amazing opportunity. I'm excited about both, and should learn my fate fairly soon. If you pray, pray for me.

-And most importantly, I became an uncle on Saturday morning. Her name is Elizabeth, and I'll be flying to Virginia Tuesday to meet her. I'm a big fan of babies, so I'm pumped. I'll be there for a week, chilling with the fam. It's been five years since I've been back home to Stafford. Every year that's passed the place has become less real in my mind, like a dream world. In a few days I'll be there, staring it dead in the face. I might just freak out and have a seizure. Part of me hopes the trip goes horribly, so I can leave with a clear concsience. I have a feeling Elizabeth will make it tough on me. Here's to another week of ignored phone calls.

-Oh, and I had pizza for lunch. And a smoothie. I splurge on Sundays.

Until I return from VA, PEACE!

Crum