Random fact of the day: did you know that Marilyn Monroe's character in "The Seven Year Itch" didn't have a name and was only known as "The Girl". That's what I know at this hour. Which would be 8 am on Wednesday at the studio. I have to say that I am totally digging the workload... for now. I mean even getting a 8pm script email wasn't too hellish. Feeling a bit dodgy this morning, hopefully it is NOT the dodgyness that Debbie keeps describing that her kids have. And apparantly Bob Vila, is now without an "Old House" after being cancelled after 28 years on the air. I mean granted I probably never watched a full episode, but it's one of those programs that was nice to know that it was always there, even if you never watched it. I mean, someday I would like to have a "this old house" and now there is no reference to go to in order to fix my future faulty wiring and chipping lead paint and squeaky floor boards. Hrmph.

Meanwhile... next door...
Propped up on the DGA plush purple love seat trying not to barf. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck I am a little sick of this getting sick at the beginning of every new show I start now. It's totally uncalled for. Unacceptable. Totally counter-believing and achieving. Hard to believe I've been here for four hours, and for almost 2 of them I've been sacked out here. A nap would be devine, but I'm not holding out too much hope for it. The couch is short, I can get about 32% of my body to be horizontal on it, and there's too much distraction like the fact that I'm kinda supposed to be sitting on stage doing my job right now. Can't even get Adam to get me a damn cup of tea. And crafty lady is trying to sell me that Spearmint and Peppermint are the same thing. Okay Faux Hippie Dippy lit candles in a backstage room probably not the greatest idea. And suck up, you work on the show. Everyone else has to listen to the contestants and shitty warm up guy, you should have to too. Okay hopefully that's all the bitterness out of my system!