Well, I just got back from the coffee place where I wrote two sketches in my intelligible handwriting for me to later go insane trying to transcribe. Success! The sky was a lovely shade of dusk as I crossed the street to my car and the children running across the street were all jealous of my new jacket. I just know it. Just like I know she’s loving him with that body, that Jessie’s girl.
Now I’m here in front of the computer realizing I haven’t seen a soul I know all day. Sure, I saw the same people I see at the gym all the time and I saw a couple neighbors and some cats. But no friends. Which is fine, but odd. Well, there’s still tonight. I have to call my Mom and explain why last night’s Mad TV was a re-run (Why: they’re angry at her personally), but that’s about all I have to do. Oh, and the dishes. And figuring out what to do next with my life.
My neighbor across the street was entering her house when I came home. I wondered for the umpteenth time if she didn’t like me. Why? Because she once saw me tell a cat to “Fuck off.” But it was a bad day for me and this particular cat whines all day though full of food and not lacking for shelter. From her standpoint, though, I must have looked like a male Cruella DeVille. Who tells a cat to fuck off? Me, I guess.
But I would never do that to Jim the Dockworker or Professor Sleepy. And I would certainly never do that to my favorite neighborhood cat, Yellow Nightmare. Not ever. And sure, Whiny Cat didn’t deserve such harsh words he couldn’t possibly understand, but it was a rough day.
I’m going back to work tomorrow to finish out the last two weeks of shooting for Mad TV. The very last ever. Gonna be a weird yet fun bunch of days. Having these past two weeks off have been kind of a window into what I have to expect come January, and it’s a little odd. But at least nothing I’m not used to. I’m just going to have to enjoy it for all it’s worth while it lasts, and set fire to my trailer when it’s over.
All the best,
Lee Majors
