It’s been a weird week. Saturday I caught up with some Bostonians I haven’t seen since high school (amazingly, they don’t seem to have changed a bit). Sunday I came down with a wicked cold/flu/viral ass-kicking that had me sprawled out across the floor after my walk back from the Culver downtown theater. I’d love to blame this sickness on THE MUMMY: TOMB OF THE DRAGON EMPEROR, which I suffered through quite numbly, but in reality it’s probably my inability to de-stress and relax that allowed for the viral invasion.
I woke up the same on Monday but went to work anyway, and then proceeded to clumsily break one of the cardinal rules in this godforsaken industry – I asked THE BOSS, a dude who’s about ten to twenty rungs above me in the Hollywood latter I’m staring up everyday – to read my script. I figured, “Hey, I can’t just wait around for something good to come to me. I need to make it happen!” The verdict’s out on that decision.
Tuesday I felt mildly delirious, and again went to work anyway. THE BOSS was traveling into a literal hurricane, which of course set us up for a travel disaster. That’s always fun to deal with. I bet it really made him want to read my script. I pray to God he didn’t. I ended the night alternating between uncontrollable shivers and couch-soaking sweats, with a fever somewhere in the 103degree range.
I went to work the next morning, battened down the hatches and escaped home for some much needed R&R. The idea of being sick in August is ridiculous to me. The idea of neglecting to take time off from work for fear of backlash is even worse. The reality that I spent the afternoon dealing with emails and scheduling anyway? (This is why I can’t relax).
I woke up today at about 85%, which is fucking fantastic. I’ve listen to EQX all day, which has supercharged my spiritual recovery (the fantastic “real alternative” station of my youth, available for free, from thousands of miles away, courtesy of the internet…gotta love it). I’ve had great fun at my coworker’s expense (see post below), though he might someday try to kill me for it. Maybe tonight. I read a great script by a friend, which is always nice. I fucked up a conference call, which happens. I’m happy.
It’s weird how some days you wake up and just know you’re going to have a good day. I take a few moments every morning before I walk into the office to think about the things I’m thankful for. I use the time to pump myself up, to put myself in a positive frame of mind. Because no matter how bad things might seem in the moment, I know I have a pretty darned good life. More positive than negative. I think if we take time to really consider everything, most of us can say that.
Anyway, today I didn’t really need it, and it’s been that kind of day. There are still problems, still some pretty big issues to work out (with a wedding coming up and a career up in the air, how can there not be?). But they honestly don’t seem that bad right now.
To top it all off, I have two things I’m EXTREMELY thankful for at the moment. The first is J-MO, who’s been nothing short of an angel taking care of me this week. Believe me, it’s a tough job. I’m not the best person to be around when I’m sick.
The second is the bachelor party, which is just two weeks from tonight. TWO WEEKS. I can hardly believe that. We’ve been planning it forever, and it’s basically here. Well, THE CHINAMAN and co. have done the bulk of the planning, but still. These two weeks will fly by, like life always does. Then Vegas. Then the wedding.
I’m psyched.
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