I am tired and my son is getting a fucking molar. When
kids get teeth they don’t sleep good. Why, baby, why a molar this week of all
weeks? Because I am a baby, that’s what I do, mom. OK.
Last night Tom went to an Oscar event party in Beverly
Hill and was stopped by the cops for no reason. They profiled not him, but my
mangy car. Too fucking funny. He took my ratty 15 year old Corolla, which I love
and which has never needed a penny of work put into it, runs perfect, but yes, needs
to be replaced soon according to the style police of BH.
Today I went to get the third manicure I have ever
gotten in my life. My pal Andrea took the baby as a huge favor so I could get
my nails out of the way. I went into the place and they said it was a 45 minute
wait. I walked out and cried. Because I am under way to much stress and I need
to get it out. I drove to another place and had no decision making capacity
left and got a weird color. Oh well, who cares.
The itinerary looks like this: Tom has a party Thurs
night that I am opting out of; We have a party Friday night; Tom has to speak
on a panel sat morning, we have the Indie Spirit awards Saturday afternoon, Tom
has a party Sat night that I am opting out of; and then Sunday is the Oscars. I
am thrilled that we are invited to the Elton John party because my old friends,
super legends Johnny Dynell and Chi Chi Valenti from Jackie 60 will be there
djing. It will be so fun to know someone. Familia!
The world is an awesome place. I need to keep looking
at the stars and the sunsets to keep out of the unending busyness. It will all
get done. It does not have to be perfect. Please let me get some sleep tonight.