I went to Home Depot and got lumber to make shelves. After having it cut and picking the stain, I found them prefab for a quarter the cost. But, if you're going to make shelves, you kind of HAVE to sand and get dirty, don't you? Isn't that the fun of being alive?
I went to meet a friend for lunch at Papa Cristo's, which is a hole in the wall market serving the most scrumptious Greek food this side of the Mediterranean. My favorite waiter told me they'd hired a new bus boy and he was telling him how as an infant he'd been separated from his family in the Greek earthquake of 1953 and sold by a scandalous judge. THE BUSBOY WAS HIS LONG LOST COUSIN!!! He just got back from meeting his mother and five brothers for the first time. If you ever lose faith, this is the kind of thing that will give you a good old fashioned poke in the peach cleft.
Anyway, the friend I was meeting is a director. He was telling me about all the exciting projects he's working on, and every time he would get particularly het up, yoink, I would snag an errant lamb chop and he would look perturbed, but go right on talking. I interrupted him to tell him that someone had contacted me about starring in his late father's comic book movie. Suddenly, I got a lot more glamorous and important and the disappearing lamb chops were no longer an issue.
I got rear ended on the 101 yesterday. No matter what is going on in your life, in a fraction of a second, WHACK! It gets exponentially worse. My best friend just suffered a hit and run, so I basically clogged up the freeway and suspiciously wrote down the license plate number before I glanced up to see the cutest little 16 year old girl mouthing horrified, “I'M SOOO SORRY!” It was her first accident and I wanted to let it go but the rental car she was in was destroyed, so I gave her a hug instead.
In regard to the Russian actress I'm working with and her accidents. All three of the drivers she rear ended WERE named Mike. The girl who hit me was named Mika, so maybe there is something to her theory.