So yesterday I spent most of the day hanging around, and then I was craving pizza and wanted to stretch my legs, so I said out loud, "I want pizza and I want to walk around, therefor I'm going to walk around and get some pizza."

I talk out loud to myself or to the cat all the time, but it occurs to me that I'm narrating my life. Am I becoming peculiar from living alone? No, wait, let me rephrase: Am I becoming more peculiar from living alone?

I mean, I do realize that always saying before going to bed, "Bedums-bye time! It's time for little kitties and little Kymms to be in bed!" is slightly odd, especially since I cannot excuse it as being to the cat, since I will say it even if I'm not in the same room as Baldrick, but at least that's silly.

Suddenly announcing to the walls that since I want pizza and walking I will walk and get pizza seems to be one more step along that road leading to being the crazy old lady in the house with 30 years worth of piled-up newspapers and 47 cats.

Watched many, many episodes of Alias yesterday. I'm trying to burn through them so that I can finally get them back to the library

Frankly, the more I watch Alias, the more I dislike Marshall. The way the part is written, it would be almost impossible for him to appear human, but this actor isn't the guy to make that happen. In the commentary tracks, they are always going on about how great he is and how much he makes of the part and so on, and I can only hope that the crack they are on is really good.

And then there's Quentin Tarantino as Cole. O dear. Now I've gotta tell you, when I first saw it, I liked him, but this is not a role that holds up to repeated viewing, particularly with lines like, "There's a certain little suh'in suh'in you got in the SD-6 vault." For the love of God, Quentin, please stop with the faux-hip chatter!

In his scene with Sydney, he's good, because he's not trying to be all cute--until the end of it. But that's in the writing.

But the thing that drives me the most crazy is, well, as a director I have a few pet peeves, and there are certain things that actors who work with me a lot never do because I'm always yelling at them about it. The biggest one is sighing directly before speaking. If you sigh right before a line, all you do is dissipate all of your energy that you should be putting into the line itself. The note that I give when an actor does this is, "DON'T SIGH!"

Well, Michael Vartan sighs before practically every single line, and watching six episodes in a row, I lost count of the number of times that I yelled DON'T SIGH! at the TV screen.

He's a good actor, I'm not saying that he's Marshall, but if I were directing him, he'd stop that shit pretty darn fast.

I got the flush again last night, for only the second time.

It wasn't as bad as the first time, or maybe I just felt that because it wasn't so novel. I was able to observe it as though I were in a lab. Here's how it goes: First it starts with my face, then moving slowly downward, tingling all the way. Also, I turn bright red all over, as though I've gotten a terrible sunburn--without tan lines, so I'm assuming that I was standing naked in the sun, revolving slowly so that I will be an even scarlet on all sides.

After the flush has traveled down my entire body, I get the chills, then I start itching, then I get hives where I've scratched.

It certainly is very interesting to be me.

In this entry, Mimi says that she will not tell you how long she watched this, because it would be embarrassing. Well, I'm not embarrassed to admit that I watched it for...yeah, too long to admit.

Caught up with Pineapple, more Pineapple and Weetabix.

Today's horoscope:
The powers that be may seem to be asking for more than you're comfortable agreeing to do, but if you can pull it off, your rewards will be quite long-lasting.

One year ago today:
We had a good time, and we talked about the show and the work and our lives and how he's trying to work through his shit, and I love him so much that I feel as though I'm bleeding from the eyes.

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