How did I get here?

You ever have one of those days where you go to Target for a paper towel holder and end up hang gliding over the Gulf of Mexico with a donkey and three Australian architects? That was yesterday. I left the apartment telling the kitty I'd be right back and woke up at 7am in a house that is not mine wearing clothes that are not mine and sporting brand new blisters on my toes. It's been a while since I was spontaneous. It was nice, although I do feel a little bad for missing every other thing I had to do yesterday. I have no food in my refrigerator again.

The revised script is in the hands of my contact so I'll know pretty soon if he likes this version enough to produce it. Know what's nice? When your Lead Actor says "I'm in regardless." Last night he told people about his character with a touch of joy and respect. Every time I start to forget why I love actors one of them will remind me. He described his character better than I can with a big smile on his face. I wanted to hug him.

We decided not to go method on the coke snorting scene.

Lead Actor is taking me with him to his acting class so I can observe the rapport between the actors and the way they take direction. If I'm lucky I'll find my girls there. Now I just wish I could sit in on a shoot and ask questions so I can learn what the hell I'm doing. I tried to learn as much as I could from the Bratz movie but I don't feel like I got enough. I should have asked more questions.

There's something incredibly nerve wracking about the idea of bossing around a room full of people who all have more experience than you. I'm all about a challenge. And waking up in a strange place surrounded by cool people you met the night before. Try it. But make sure they're not crazy people first.