Apparently Brian Krause is still a working actor. That speaks to the Hollywood demand for completely average blond men with mediocre acting skills. In high school my friend Chuck wanted to be an actor. Totally do the "run off to Hollywood after graduation" thing. But it never would have worked - he'd have had to get an interesting haircut, bleach out his hair, and change his name to something more exotic sounding. And if he didn't be prepared to play random latino extras in a billion dance/urban/streets/hood/modern blaxsploitation movies. He was Filipino, not Hispanic... but apparently a lot of white people can't tell the difference given the number of glaringly not-hispanic people end up in movies faking their accents.

Also apparently I can take some sort of knock-your-ass-out pill at 4 am and still get up, dress, take the dog out, feed her, and then take her out again at 9:30. Now I went right back to sleep and slept until 1 something - but still. I feel like it's an accomplishment of sorts. In my own tiny weird way.

This journal is feeling more and more "message in a bottle" all the time. But hey - exercises in futility are my thing. And I have rock band to keep me warm.