I decided to snake out the sink in the “Big Bathroom” yesterday. Of course, what I’d hoped was just going to be me pulling out a disgusting glob of human hair and fingernail clippings turned into me having to take 10 years with of stray crap out from under the sink.
I went to another casting workshop, where I realized that I am twenty years older than adults. That just isn’t right, but it is apparently true. Also, I decided that the “my” generation goes to the age of 27. So, from my age to 27 is “my age,” and 26 year olds are in limbo, and then from 25 years old to birth is “my kid’s generation.” I know it doesn’t make sense, just go with it…
We went to a taping of The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson, but because the kids are under 18, they aren’t allowed to sit in the audience during the actual taping. So, we sat in the Green Room and watched the show being taped on a monitor. Still, we were only 30 feet or some from famous people while they were being interviewed. That counts, right?
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