Has it been a week already? So much instant blogging, I haven’t allowed myself to have a comprehensive thought that’s longer than 140 characters. I need to take a step back and a deep breath. Before I get to some fun, possible-on-the-horizon stuff and other exciting news, allow me to point you to my column this week, which is called WITHOUT A WORD. It’s about my relationship, and it’s all good. And I made a behind-the-scenes video of inside David’s studio:

I know I’ve posted this before, but if you have INTERNET EXPLORER, you are not seeing the “continue” at the bottom of this page, and missing half of my entries. To get the rest, you can click on the little orange box, or subscribe by entering your email address to the right. If you’re not up to doing either of those things, I hope you are enjoying the first paragraphs, which are usually my most innocuous. On to the fun stuff.

First, a HUGE CONGRATULATIONS goes to SUE, my surrogate aunt, who received acknowledgment at the Oscars for her exceptional work as the head hairstylist for the Curious Case of Benjamin Button. WOO HOO, SUE!!! The man who accepted the award for hair & makeup thanked her in his speech! I’m so happy that she has been recognized for her outstanding work. Next, some possible stuff on the horizon — I’m working on a few things, might be doing a regular TV spot AND a regular radio spot. If these things go through, they both begin in April, which will mean I won’t have time to piss. It is all very fun and exciting, but also a lot of work, so I am half-hoping for things going forward, and half-hoping for things to fizzle. Only time will tell, and you can trust I’ll keep you in the loop.

I got my bill from Sharp, and I’m pretty convinced they charged me for the CT Scan I never received. The bill is just a number (a LARGE number), and a payment slip. Um, hello, have we heard of “line itemization?” I called this morning and requested an itemized bill, so I can find out just what I’m being charged for, and which charges I might be able to contest, as there was mass confusion that evening, and things were ordered but never administered, and I don’t trust the accuracy of the resulting paperwork. So that’s fun. As my calendar continues to pack itself like a can of sardines, I’m realizing the importance of scheduling down-time. If I don’t schedule it, I won’t have it. Balance is key, or else I really will flip the fuck out one of these days. So far this week, so good. Tonight I’m helping a sister out for her birthday, tomorrow night I’m attending the Vagina Monologues to see a friend perform, and Saturday I have two birthday parties to attend (one during the day, one during the night). Then Sunday, the work begins all over again for an exceptionally busy week. So Friday. Friday, as it stands, will be my day to myself. I think I’ll spend it at the spa.