My lucky day

My lucky day

I got to work after a bunch of shit hit the fan, and was able to remain uninvolved in it.

Angela, who runs craft service, got a big variety bag of candy that had a lot of big Tootsie Rolls that she knows I love.

I might have found a person to go to the baseball game with on Saturday, depending on what time she finishes work that day.

I got called "the coolest" today by Christy, the assistant props girl, and when I asked what I did to deserve the compliment, she just said that she thought I was fabulous. Surely I blushed. She also told me about a pilot-writing contest for Bravo, in which I think I might participate.

Juliet, a hair/make-up girl, has nicknamed me Cupid because of my voluptous lips. I don't know what Eros and my lips have to do with one another, but I'll take the compliment nonetheless.

The day flew by.

I know tomorrow isn't going to be like this, so I'm trying to stretch this streak for as long as I can. I realize that trying to intentionally stretch luck kind of goes against the very meaning of the word, so when I say I'm trying to stretch it I'm actually just sitting here. We'll see what tomorrow brings, though.

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{UPDATE: I should mention that Grant Morrison, famous comic writer extraordinaire, has a new mini-series coming out called WE3 and it looks awesome. Check it out for yourself.)