Saw "Amelie" again last night. What a fun film. I realized I have two tragic flaws when it comes to relationships. The first one is A. The second one is B. And in combination, A and B make it hard to find a relationship.

Okay, I realize that some people are looking up my blog because I mentioned a certain female news anchor. But I only mentioned her once. Okay, that's allright. At least someone's viewing my blog.

On a completely different note, I need a haircut and I get EXTREMELY self-conscious around women I'm interested in. There, I said it. Yes, I am not that cool around women I'm interested in. Great. Okay, now it's out there. I'm not always the cool, easy-going, fun-loving, quick-witted, unflappable person at all times of the day. Yes, I have a weakness (okay, many weaknesses, including ice cream, and people who cry, but I'm not letting you in on all of them). Okay. So now, I just gotta work on that one.

And on one more completely different note...why doesn't Los Angeles have a comprehensive neighborhood recycling program? That is SO LAME!!! I HATE THROWING AWAY GOOD RECYCLEABLE STUFF!!!!!!

Maybe I need a new alarm clock? Maybe I'm so used to the sound of that electronic beep that I don't feel the urge to wake up? I out-sleep the snooze! I don't get it. Maybe there's something wrong with me? Is there some weird "sleeping in" disease? Not that there's anything wrong with sleeping in, mind you. If I could, I'd sleep in until the afternoon. It's just that it's been so consistent. Maybe I've got some kind of infection or something. Hmm. Wow. Thank god I'm not a hypochondriac.

Whoo. I am so scatterbrained today. I slept really late because of a video game (an OLD game, at that...I'm so stupid). I've been hitting the snooze on my alarms all week. Today, the only reason why I got out of bed was because they were testing the fire alarm in the building. And I've been really stupid at work. Mostly zoning out in front of the computer, surfing the web. Whatta dork. It could be that I have an audition tomorrow that I'm totally not prepared for, and two auditions next week. Whatever. I'll deal with it.

I'm at my Morning Job™. I honestly don't know why they haven't fired me. I come to work every day waiting for the other shoe to drop. Really, I'm not that important, and I'm not particularly exceptional in my work. I'm know there are tons of people who could do my job much better than I have. Yet I show up, and they pay me. Are we both getting suckered?

I was interviewed by CNN yesterday for a profile on Margaret Cho. Cool, huh? I wonder what they'll use. The interview was only about 40 minutes long. It was in this hip-retro hotel suite. I asked for some water, and the sound guy went to the fridge and gave me a bottle. It was from England. Like it matters? It tasted very watery, the way I expected water to taste. Should it taste any different because of the label? But I guess a fancy glass bottle from England makes the hotel more cool. Really, as long as it tastes like water and doesn't poison me, I could give a shit where it came from. IT'S JUST WATER. WATER IS EVERYWHERE. IT'S IN PLANTS, LAKES, CLOUDS AND RAIN. WHY SHOULD IT COST MORE THAN BEER?

I hope I had enough usable sound bites. I've learned how to create usable soundbites for TV interviews. It's a cool skill to learn.

Okay, so I'm writing a play. I've been taking this playwrighting class. This is the third week. I didn't think I'd have an idea for a play so soon, but I've got one. I've been writing like a motherfucker. I was chugging along, when all of a sudden, I reach page 23, and I don't know what happens next. Wow. That's kinda exciting. I'm stuck on page 23 and nothing's coming out. That's neat. It's like I'm in suspense, but for myself. If that makes any sense.

I don't recall my alarm going off this morning. Yet I woke up semi-early. I think (sadly) that my body is now trained to wake up early. Sad, really, because I LOVE sleeping in.

Anyway, I estimated that I got about 7 hours of sleep, yet I got to Morning Job™ an hour late, and I'm still sleepy. I think it's psycho-somatic. I think knowing I have to be here makes my body want to shut down.