I have a crazy one that I want to take a knife to, but I guess that’s gross to talk about.

 

No word on either commercial, so I am just assuming that I didn’t get them.  I like how I have to keep reminding myself of that.  Ah, just that little taste of success, that little ride on the “roll” that people keep telling me I am on...how it starts of so sweet...and then so bitter.

 

Nah, just kidding. I am not bitter.

 

I am thinking a lot about the stuff I am forgetting.  Like, the plots of books that I have known I read.  Specific memories of various trips I have taken.  What I did last Wednesday. I know that memory gets worse as you get older, and I guess that the normal behavior is for people to get all bent out of shape about it at first, and then, as you get older older, you just don’t care anymore.

 

Which makes me kind of sad, so I guess I am in the “bent” part of the story.  You spend all this time working and making money so you can live some kind of life, and then you realize you can’t remember what the hell you did?

 

I know that living in the moment is desirable, but savoring and remembering those moments has to count for something, right?

 

I’m not much of a diary keeper. Even this thing, this is just a way of getting some thoughts out...I do talk about what I have been doing, but only the stuff I think might be mildly interesting to the people I know.  If I don’t know you, I really can’t believe you are reading this, to be honest.  Thanks, though.  Maybe email me so I can see how I can make this better.

 

But back to the rapidly fading thought at hand: is it important to remember everything? No, of course not. But I think about being really old and thinking about how I will probably be talking about how great it was when my life was “just” going to work, auditioning and doing the do, making what could work, work.  Take today.  I got up, had some cereal, talked to Whit a bit, got to my car, noticed that the sprinkler system I parked next to had been on and covered the rear part of my car with the kind of water that dries and sticks onto the car itself, which means I need wash it or wait until it rains again, then drove to work, then parked, then plugged my computer in, then got an iced coffee, then went to a meeting, then worked a bit on some “stuff”, then went to gym class (all core/stomach workout! crazy), took a shower, got lunch, ate it at my desk, and did some other stuff and now I am writing this with an eye on the clock because I have class tonight.

 

Insert some conversations here and there, some phone calls, several emails and the voicemail checks to see if there were any calls from my agent, and you have my day so far.

 

Hmm. Maybe now I know why I don’t keep a diary?

 

That’s Wednesday.