Today is president’s day. Let us take time from our busy
schedules to worship the current dictator in office. Hurrah Harrah
Nub-shi-numblarblarr. The royal chant is complete, now we can move on to more
important things like…. um… SHOPPING! Actually I had a whole day planned of working
from home, contracting a sinus infection, and debilitating myself with a bad
migraine. Instead my plans were foiled and I feel great, got a lot done, and
had a relaxing day. I have also been able to avoid any and all sarcasm because
my life is just so wonderful and I am just super special and handsome and smart
and rich and not fair-skinned. And that’s the truth.
On Wednesday I will go in to a make-up/effects person to be fitted in a new
face for a film I am shooting on Saturday. I am a little concerned, because in
order for this woman to make me look 50 years older, she may need me to shave
my head. I am not opposed to it, but since I started growing my hair long, I
have received the first ever compliments about my appearance in my life. I am
conflicted as to whether I should be vain and sacrifice the project, or try to
find a timely solution that allows me to keep my hair. Hmm. I can’t decide. I
put the decision to you, my faithful readers. The audience of this blog may
post their comments. The votes will be tallied and ignored and a new hair
candidate will be sworn in under authoritarian rule at a later date. Good luck.
Rock the vote!
