Day 370 (sort of)

Holy shit. I woke up this morning to a message from one of my (my only?) devoted reader informing me that I didn't write a blog entry for yesterday. What's strange is that I was telling my mother just last night how friggin forgetful I am and I asked her (seriously) if it were possible to have early-onset dementia or Alzheimer's. I feel like I am getting some sort of preview. But who knows? It's no big deal right, forgetting the blog. I mean it's not like I haven't done it EVERY DAY (except a few) for over a year now. I probably remember to write my blog more than I remember to brush my teeth or more than I remember my actual age.

At dinner last night two people had agreed to do this freaking food diary thing with me for a week. You know, when you write down EVERYTHING you eat. Well, unless you are me and just don't remember. Anyway, we all agreed that if we kept it up for a week and shared it with each other then we could all share a DQ ice cream cake and NOT write it down. Yeah, it's the small things, I guess. So, after dinner I walked up to the coffeeshop and I must have been buzzing from the camaraderie and the impending ice cream cake to come because I actually sat down and figured out how I was going to write my entire spec for Roseanne.

Tennessee Williams, my beloved playwright of choice was asked in an interview once about his writing habits. He said that he wrote every day for around 4 hours a day. The interviewer then asked how many good days of writing he had a year and old Ten said that he was lucky to have just a couple good days. Yesterday, at that coffeeshop, I had a good day. The kind of day that makes you realize why you are stupid enough to continue writing. It's the small high you get when you know you wrote something that may not turn out to be total shit, at least for one day. In fact, everything was wonderful even if I had to turn down the chocolate almonds the coffee shop offers because I didn't want to add them to my food diary. If that wasn't enough, I explained to the skinny barista WHY I didn't want them and she laughed at me.

When I got home I was still intoxicated with my writing high. I worked on my afghan, took a shower, and watched some TV while drinking like 4 cups of tea. The most interesting thing I could find on TV (no Family Guy was on for some reason, fucking Canada) was William Shatner's Weird or What show. On the episode I watched they did three stories and I only caught the last one. Did I mention the last one takes place where I live? And, is about dismembered feet washing ashore? I was totally freaked out until Shatner sat next to a pool full of floating shoes and said, "Weird or What?!" then I burst out laughing.

Let's see, can I remember anything else? It's so difficult. Maybe this is why I keep a blog in the first place. Nah, I think I keep it because, miraculously, I can remember the password to it. Oh yeah, at breakfast I sat next to a guy with a weird name. There are a lot of people moving into my residence now and every meal is a freaking meet and greet. This guy, as it turns out, is from the US so I made him guess the home states of every American at the table. He started with me and guessed my home state almost immediately and it turns out for the past couple of years not only were we living in the same state, we were living four blocks from each other, we hung out at the same spots and we knew some of the same people. Weird or What?! Okay, so not as weird as dismembered feet. Fuck, Shatner, you're good.

The other main event of the day (that I remember) was the event in which I met up with a classmate of mine who had taken the Producing for Film and Television course which I am signed up for this fall. She told me that I should really re-think the course. I asked her why and told her that I really want to know exactly what a producer does as I may wind up in that position some day if I am lucky. She then took the opportunity to point out that what a producer does in Canada is completely different than what a producer does in the United States. How could I not have thought of this? She told me that if I wanted to learn how to get money from the Canadian government to make a Canadian feature film this class would be spectacular for me. Ugh.

So, that is all I can remember and I have to go eat eggs now. Let's see if I remember to write tonight...

Most of the rest of the day involved me going to a pharmacy and trying to act coy when I told the hot pharmacist with the gorgeous hands that I can't afford to get most of the drugs I am prescribed while he was trying to get me to sign up for a rewards program. He said it would really pay off. Turns out you have to spend something like 800 bucks before you can save 10 bucks. Guess I won't be going out with him anytime soon. But perhaps he could get me more points for free...wonder if anyone has ever had an affair to get bonus points?

Tip of Yesterday: Sometimes you don't remember.

-Canadian Castaway