Move news!

They say that there exists a calm before every storm. They never told me that there exists an emotional shit-show before a complete life shift.

With that said, I sure have been feeling a lot like this lately. I'm sure it has nothing to do preparing for a fast-approaching move to the other side of the country to compete in an insane field and unionized market that I don't have the union eligibility or the boobs for. I keep reminding myself not to stress; that that is precisely why SAG New Media contracts and push-up bras exist.

This was posted to the neighbor's door.

Thanks to my awesome friend, Rueben, and his awesome girlfriend,  and their awesome roommate, I have had a place to stay until the moving date comes. Something about being surrounded by good and awesome people who legitimately hang out with one another has soothed my nerves. I have never had roommates that I chilled with. I have never been in a situation where all of the roommates convene in the living room at night and watch stuff like Game of Thrones and drink together.

Another awesome thing about this ridiculously generous turn of events is that I'm (kind of) living with girls who like to hang out. It's nice to be able to talk about bras and which brands and styles provide optimum lift with girls who say, "Dude, try mine on before you buy one."

They cheer you on and say things like, "Woo-hoo, that looks good!" or laugh and say, "Too much, too much!"

Just a few of the things you'll find in my friends' place.

Everyone in this house is so unabashedly nerdy and I love it. Thursday nights are designated anime nights where two of the roommates will band together and watch anime. Have you ever seen Polar Bear Cafe? Because you should.

I'm glad that I get to spend this time with them before I head out. They are good, good people.

Speaking of heading out, I have some good news: I now know that I am leaving as soon as possible after June 3rd. I have one final gig that I have to work and then I'm going to stay in my hometown for a few days and take off.

This good news is brought to you courtesy of some not-so-good news: I have resigned myself to the fact that *Dueces did not cast me. Word got around that production issued final decisions and I never got a call. It would suck, but I just consider it another one in the bucket. My job is to be professionally rejected and it's not like it's going to be easier in California.

I want to follow that up with some good news: James, last seen here, is now a definite on the road trip out there. We will be staying in Chicago for a few days before taking off down the crazy U.S. Route 66.

I'm stoked. I'm excited. I'm so ungodly scared out of my mind that you could lose a sock in the dryer and it would certainly send me over the edge.

Let's do this.