I'm fine.  I've been cranky, especially today, but I had FOUR (yes, FOUR) bad dreams last night and woke up with a really sore neck, finally dragged my butt out of bed to check my email and some cat (Bunny, I KNOW it was you!) had pooped on my chair.  I went back to bed.

But after a couple hours of popping ibuprofen, crying, pouting, and generally being un-fun, we bought a daybed at IKEA (btw, swedish meatballs with potatoes and gravy and lingonberries is an excellent mood enhancer) that and went to Terry's game's launch party/dinner thing, which was fun.  And tomorrow I have TWO auditions - one that pays and might be really interesting if it's not for a cult, and one that's a student film (grad, USC) that I'm just really really excited about, character-wise - well, if they can fit me in, as I got the message about it too late to call back today (bad actor!) and so I'll call tomorrow morning.   If not, hopefully I can audition in the Sunday session - really loved this particular project when I saw the breakdown.

Which is all good, 'cause at the party tonight I was asked this about my acting career:  "So, just how busy are you?"

Oy.   Let's just say this:  I want to be busier.  It makes me happy.