So, I lied.

I have no other things on my mind as of late other than Tex in the City, Ann Richards, I’m Not Slowing Down and all the press that has been surfacing. I fielded a few phones calls and inquiries today from various publications and wished that this production company of ours could pay my rent. The “work” just doesn’t feel like “work”. It feels right and it feels good. If only real life would stop creeping in (like Jack hounding me from his Hampton home for things like Viagra prescriptions), then I would totally stop drinking and popping valium and concentrate on nothing other than parties and plays and socializing. Seriously this balancing work and “home” is just too much!