Here's Your One Chance, Fancy--Don't Let Me Down...

Feelin' a little reflective this evening. Couldn't possibly be the fact that I'm listening to an old Reba McEntire album from my youth. Rumor Has It...recently named as one of my most "memorable" albums (per a Facebook Note). Will stick w/ me always. Okay...sure. Reba McEntire. Great album; and not just for "Fancy".

The other half is out w/ the McCaleb/Franklin clan, and I am home alone for the first time in what must be ages. We've got the old desktop up and running (one of the many treasures from our storage explorations). Looking at raw footage of French Toast and Ready to Go. Was on quite the run of movie-making in that little year or so, and now...nothing. I'm in Hollywood, and not making movies. Hmm. Doesn't quite add up.

The move and addition of our long lost goods has left me w/ little time, and what time I do have, I want to relax. We've already painted, taken two truckloads to Goodwill, sold some furniture pieces (rather quickly, I might add) on CraigsList. We've only begun to purge. And it feels pretty super-great.

I feel like a schmuck for having done NO writing on ANYTHING in the past month...at least. Feels like I'm in some strange new place (which I am) with no motivated moments (which is true), and a job that is coming up to a two-year anniversary. Hard to believe, certainly.

I did find time to sit down and read a book. Stephen King's "Cell". A quick read; about 6 hours to complete. Could I have been writing? Apparently not, or I would have been, right? The book was immensely entertaining. Gory, zombie-esque and with some crazy twists and turns. If I were still acting (which I'm not) and pursuing an acting career w/ my usual fervor (which was minimal even back in the day), I would be VERY interested in playing the lead character; Clay--when the film is made. It only occurs to me how much I love to read when I'm actually doing it...but then it seems like a chore to pick up more than an IKEA catalog to peruse. I'm tired of my lameness and laziness. It's on the verge of pathetic; and yet I carry on. Many others in this crazy-ass world who have a lot larger problems than I do w/ my fat belly and a roof over my head and a paycheck every two weeks. I got nothing to complain about, and yet, here I am. Sad.

Speaking of our place...It's been a month already. Lots done, and having our things around us does make a large difference; I think. Just knowing my things aren't "scattered to the wind" (Titanic), and being able to reminisce about all the crap, and then getting rid of lots of that crap and leaving our true valued possessions behind to figure out where they must go.

We currently don't have a lot of extra funds (what else is new?) to get all of the shelving we need to put out our massive collections of toys/DVDs and zombie-related memorabilia. So those boxes are unopened (for the most part). Once we get our library of shelving from the afore-mentioned IKEA Gods, we'll be in business. I'm just feeling more to home. It's high time we "settled in". It's been almost 2 1/2 years since we landed in LA. Still strikes me as odd.

Another infection has spread here in our building. Several neighbors find it necessary to blast their music (w/ heavy bass) at all hours of the day and night. It has been addressed via a letter from management to said neighbors, and in a letter from my desk to management to complain and advise that I will be "keeping notes on any further disturbances". Right now, it's 11:12pm, and above us, the bass is booming so loudly that our windows are rattling. I've always said I wanted to be back in college (the best days of my life), and apparently I'm getting what I wished for. "Courtesy call"? Maybe it's needed.

This cry-fest is over. Later.

BTW, this was written @ about 11pm on a Friday night--9/10/10. It'll probably show up on Facebook (via their automatic "updater" whatever you want to call it) in about a month or so. Timely AND convenient.