There is something wrong with me that I'm tearing up while Lexie tells Abe to fight for his life and that I'm getting actual goosebumps when Alice sees visions of her late husband. Maybe there isn't something "wrong" with me, but there should be a limit to how into this you get, and I think I've passed that. Poor Abe Carver. Hey, that floating ghost head though IS eerie because it's his face, and the actor is actually dead.

Anyway, it's been a comical attempt to get work still. This is how it works in Boston. You ask someone of a good temp/employment agency, and they usually tell you one or two they know of. Then, you call them up, and they schedule an appointment for you to come in either that day or the next. You come in, you fill out some paperwork, you take little tests in Excel, Word, and typing, and then you meet with an agent. You talk about what jobs you could do, the pay you need, and then they call you with whatever comes up. Painless. I got work from my last temp agency the DAY I came in, and kept that job through the summer.

A wee bit different out here. You have to essentially be hired before you can even get hired. They don't even let you come into their front doors. They tell you send them a resume, and maybe they'll contact you to meet with them to find you a job. It's kind of funny...now...that there is still some money in my bank account left.

But things are looking up. I got a meeting through a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend. Seriously. It's always about having connections. Even just to meet with the temp agency. Again, it's funny now.

So, I'm going to head over to Barnes and Nobles and pick up some tutorials on computer programs.

I got to go to the Jack Black School of Rock premier last night. Don't I feel cool? Seriously though, I did, even if that's lame. Hollywood is a strange strange place. It's surprising you can even get here by plane or car. One would think you'd need some magical spell to suck you into the TV or into magazine pages, and THAT'S how you get to Hollywood. I just stood there, watching the show before the movie - the show being the great people-watching you can do. I mean, I think people-watching is fun when I'm just at some bar and I don't know a soul. I leaned against the wall with my popcorn and watched my magazines come to life. Actors and musicians poured into the door, playing it cool, wearing their scarves and caps. But it's the bathroom that is the funniest of it all. I mean, come ON, you can't deny it's funny when Melissa Joan Hart is peeing next to you in a stall and Kelly Osbourne is waiting for you to finish so she can go next, while Anne Hathaway is washing her hands. How is that not funny and really really strange? It's fun seeing "celebrities" in their most vulnerable position - in line to take a piss. Their power and money won't get them to skip THIS line and head right in. I don't care WHO you are, I need to go, and your hit series isn't going to make me wait any longer.

There is too much good TV going on right now, and I can't handle it. I'm never going to accomplish a thing as long as there are so many good shows on. Friends? Will and Grace? Coupling? What about tomorrow's Miss Match? What the hell is a person supposed to do? How do they expect me to leave my house? Jesus, I'm going to be staring at a flickering screen in a semi-conscious giddy haze for the rest of my life!

Okay, I'm going. Need to tighten some of my computer skills.