My Very Own Apartment

Will left for Italy this past Friday and has been taunting me with emails of how wonderful and relaxing it is and how I'm a perfect fool for not going along. I didn't want to take two whole weeks off from auditions and such, so I leave this Friday.

Sure, I miss him when he's gone, but I am developing some coping mechanisms, such as:

• Keeping the apartment as tidy as I like (which, for me, means an absolute mess, but MY mess, my very own mess!)
• Watching whatever TV shows or sappy movies I choose-- I recently blasted through Season 2 of 30 Rock and ... well, let's just say I could watch Say Anything seventeen times in a row if I wanted to!
• I get the WHOLE BED to myself and can twist and turn to my heart's delight without waking up any light sleepers. In that same regard, I can actually make the bed when I get up, which is a task Will deems unnecessary. Or something.

So I'm coping, but I'm very much looking to getting on the plane Friday night. Because as much as I'm doing here, it will be nice to get away for a bit. Really, there's not too much stress when your schedule isn't filled with much more than staring at sheep over lunch:

Will: Weekend Warrior

Will had a very intense afternoon yesterday, as is evidenced by the amount of soaking-through-his-shirt he did.

What daredevil effort produced this deep an expression of pensive thought? What herculean feat forced this level of perspiration?








Oh, he was installing a new hard drive.












The depths one man must probe, all in a quest for more disk space and a faster-running computer. Herculean, I say!

Tree Trucks to the Left of Me, Chainsaws to the Right

I have a few bits of recording to do today before I jet out of the apartment and I'm being perfectly THWARTED by lawn care professionals!

My desk sits next to a window that faces the street. This is lovely for things like light and air, but terrible for sound-proofing needs. Every time I've plugged my mic in this morning, a "Tree Service" Truck starts raising holy hell out on the street below.

I thought I might move my operation out into the living room, but the windows (open or closed) can't protect me from the fellow who was inspired to do some of his own tree-removal or branch gouging this morning. There is an actual chainsaw ripping through the sound barrier in the back yard.

Now the tree truck and the chainsaw could all be part of the same team, but either way, I'm at a loss. I know these guys are working, but so am I! (well, at least I'm trying) And the biggest snag is that there is nothing I can do about it but wait them out.

You'd really have to be a big idiot to confront a dude with a chainsaw for making too much noise.

When we first moved into this apartment, Will had the bright idea to turn the closet in the office into a small recording studio for me. I scoffed, partly because I thought it would be silly to sit in a closet and partly because he mentioned taking the doors off and replacing them with some type of beaded curtain. But now, I think it's time to take him up on that one!

I Don't Think I'll Ever Have Another Problem Ever Again

Bought this new shower curtain yesterday. Can you imagine anything bringing me down now? It's so pretty!

I bought it as a little reward for something I'll explain at a later day, but yeah, bright and cheery. That's the general mood around this place these days.