Fuck It I'm 50

Argh.

Too much.

I sit here at 10:39 and have a week of work to do before I go to bed. And bed is at Ron’s place, is this smart?

And my percolating grief and anxiety about stopping this, my blog, makes me feel uncomfortable and maybe sad. But I may be glad too.

In the meantime I don’t have the luxury of reflection. I am too busy to sit and contemplate the last year, let alone the last minute.

It is my birthday in a week and that is freaky.

What’s even freakier is being recruited to be a hair model in Safeway this evening. A young pierced hipster tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to be a hair model for her was I available on Monday? I didn’t know given the chaos of my life, but I asked for her number and more info, and she is legit, and called her later and I am getting a downtown cut on Monday. WTF?

Why the heck did she pick me? My hair is a baby hair joke, maybe that is why. She wants to style it and give it volume.

Oh dear blog, and invested readers, I will be able to report back on the outcome before the kill date.

And I am getting my new teeth on the upper left side on Tuesday, the last day of this.

And then I have a blog farewell party, and welcome 51 party, at 323 Gallery on the 11^th from 4-8pm.

Wow, I am feeling off and odd and uncomfortable about this whole non-blogging thing. But I really do need to move on…

I just made a great pasta with lots of mushrooms, tomato paste and leftovers in the fridge.

Gotta go-but want to say the film I am producing, Replikaaa, is coming along, not such a heart stopper today.

Ah preproduction right before production; it’s really hard.