So 2014 is really here friends. I’m a little upset that January is almost over as I’ve been working 14 hour days, recovering from a concussion, and a cold that I’m not entirely sure isn’t a rogue strain of SARS. Nevertheless, I’m feeling pretty confident about this newish year. I quit my loathsome job, the trailer I shot for my series may finally surface, and I might finally escape the valley.
There are a few other fortuitous things happening behind the scenes, but I feel that I have to temper them by reminding myself of some of my lower moments since moving to Lalaland. There have been ballet fails, especially awful birthday fails, exotic dancer fails and of course, bomb threat fails. Let’s hope this year lacks these particular mishaps.