So I get to LA and there’s complications with my SSTShrek check and it gets held and returned which makes my account go in to overdraft aaaaaaaand I end up being stranded in LA for two extra days.
Ross is nice enough to buy me a bus ticket for today, but kevin and I get stuck because of an event and I miss the bus.
This is my life.
This is what happens.
Kevin bought me another ticket and I’m hopefully on my way home tomorrow. Maybe?
In the scene where Sean starts talking about his dead wife and her farting antics the lines were ad-libbed by Robin Williams, which is why Matt Damon is laughing so hard. The scene took everyone by surprise. According to Damon in the DVD commentary, this caused the cameraman to laugh so hard that the camera can be seen moving up and down slightly.
This has been an extremely rough couple of years. I miss when I wasn’t a crazy person and when I wasn’t 6 ft under the debris of the moderately well adjusted person I used to be.
I have these friends that leave town whenever and it’s a normal Tuesday, when I have to literally be hit by a car and wait a year to possibly maybe hopefully acquire the funds and time to go out of town.
I have the joy of receiving snaps and seeing photos and texts from friends who go to disneyland 4 times a year and are laying on beaches or walking through new cities.
I just need a three day trip to catch one GD UCB show in LA because I finally have the time outside of a show to do so, but it’s a gigantic long and heavy process with nothing but pitfalls and walls ahead of me.
I work an insane amount of hours a week in a job that doesn’t pay me, but I love it so much. I love community theatre, but I have NO free time and NO spendable cash. Every dollar I get goes to bills, keeping my car essentially gaff taped together, and barely paying rent. Somethings got to give. I miss out on so much because “I can’t. I have rehearsal.” for gigs that don’t pay. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t exchange those experiences for the world but I have been submerged for so long that I’m drowning. There’s no more air in me.
I just want to go. Three days. It’s all I want.
I generally feel trapped in my life on a day to day basis and not being able to leave town for three fucking days is just exacerbating it all so I’m in a panic/anxious/bullshit dramatic/discouraged storm mode.