Not like TV

[trinityofone]

How can my life be so surreal, and yet so boring? This morning as I was walking to work, I actually saw a guy applying Axe Body Spray as he strolled down Santa Monica Boulevard; shockingly, it did not make me want to rip off my bra, throw myself on his skinny emo-boy frame, and ravish him. Also, it smelled appallingly like women's perfume—really floral. Okaaaaay...

And now, in an hour, I have to interview Kim Raver, who was Jack Bauer's love interest on 24 (which I keep calling ER in my head, and god, please don't let me do that in the actual interview) and who's now starring in The Nine with my cousin, Tim Daly. And they have, like, UST and stuff. Which I am supposed to ask her about. Which makes me, hmm, just a little uncomfortable? Y'know? And so I am sitting here, listening to Duran Duran and having a panic attack. I hate my life.

Seriously. I already know that the highlight of my day is going to be that there's a new House tonight. There is something very wrong here.

Comments

[sonofzeal.livejournal.com]

I know how you feel. It was like that for me at Nintendo, and I was working some absurd hours. What I eventually started doing was taking a walk after work, hell or high water. This improved my energy level and gave me time to do nothing but think, which helped conjure ideas for my stories. It's positive feedback loops. Keep watching tv, you'll keep not having energy. But start taking walks, not even long walks, and it'll help get your heart beating. Once you get the energy, the self-discipline will be irrelevant...you'll just write.