I'm not your plaything

I saw Scott Fellers last night. "We have to stop meeting like this," I told him. Well, not really. I didn't actually tell him anything. But I did feel the love. And although Aaron might get special feelings off of Jon Benjamin, I am a Scott Fellers lady all the way. It isn't the company. It's the puppet. And a little bit maybe the man behind the puppet, but that's the other Jon.

The show went on for six years. And as I walked out when it ended, a famous comedian who shall remain nameless said to his friend, "How long was that, four hours?" And I laughed, and he laughed. So I laughed with a famous comedian. It was great.

So I lost a little bit of the usual (pathetic) 6 hours of sleep I usually get. Working crazy hours, people sometimes wonder when I make up the sleep. And the answer is "never." Even on the weekend I have found it physically impossible to sleep past 8, which sucks. And I'm useless after a nap. Though I will need to try one tomorrow, because I think I am going out tomorrow night. That should be interesting.

At work a very great person left, and that was sad to me. He even worked in the super early morning with me, so it was doubly sad. But they replaced him with someone else I am quite fond of, so that's good.

What else? I don't know. Ugh, two weeks to not say anything is too long, and you'd think I might then have something to say. But I guess not.