-Facetime this weekend or else…  ∋;-)

-The holidays have crept up.  I’ve been invited to several holiday events, and though I’m sure I’ll be a little bit social, I’ll more than likely hole-up in Throne Manor doing home improvement tasks and watching all the movie screeners I received.  It’s quiet up here.  I can hear everything from a dog barking down the road, or a gardener mowing a lawn, to even a dog walker padding her little feat down the street.  I wonder how much of me they can hear.  Once the master bedroom is done I thankfully won’t have to worry about that, as it’s at the back of the house.  I told Guy that we would make a decision by the end of today where we’re going to go for New Years.  Somehow Portland, Oregon came into the mix.  I was all set to go there, but I spoke with my friend, Ron, in Nola, who gave a damn good argument as to why I should go down there.  As if I would need anyone to sell me on going to Nola.  I miss it.  In a strange, unhealthy way, things made sense there.  I had friends, there was never a lack of anything to do, I didn’t need to drive everywhere, it was unpretentious, I was a bigger fish,  I knew the lay of the land and places to go and eat…  How life would have been different if you hadn’t been so damn stubborn earlier in the year when I asked you to move in with me when I was buying that house.  I’d be living in a house uptown, out of the quarter, living a more domestic life, yet still with all the simple pleasures Nola has to offer.  I would have liked that life.  As incredible as that apartment was, it really was living in the Quarter which I had to move-on from, not Nola as a whole.  Maybe I’m meant to be there.  Maybe I’ll go back.  I can always rent my house here in LA without a problem.  I’m going to seriously meditate on that next year.  Did you have a nice birthday?  I hope so, though the thought of the birthday sex part makes me regurge a little.  I was writing a birthday poem to you in my head yesterday, but didn’t finish.  Perhaps today, though I have a lot of budgeting work to do, so it’s not likely.  I woke up yesterday with not one but TWO pimples on my nose and one on my cheek!  WTF?!!  It was fucking horrible.  I basically cancelled everything I could, except for a meeting at ABC regarding some sexy TV show called Mistresses.  I mustered my confidence and a shit-ton of coverup and went.  The meeting went well though and they’d love to have me, but I think I’ll pass and hold-out for something that interests me more creatively.  It’s a bit of a gamble, a bird in the hand, but I don’t perform well if I’m not inspired both by the material and by the people whom I’m working with.  It’s a little suspenseful in the Throne household at the moment, but I’ll breathe my way through it until the right gig or bankruptcy comes along.  Speaking of the Throne household, the house is coming along nicely.  They poured the concrete foundation for the bedroom extension yesterday, and are starting to frame the new walls.  I also made a decision to get rid of the stone fireplace.  It’s very kitchey and period, but it’s not my taste at all, so bye bye large, ugly stones.  I also cleaned out much of the garage so that the Mustang (Rosie, which is short for Rocinante) will have a place to live when she finally gets back from the shop, which at this rate might not be until I’m 90!!!  Only about four more weeks of this disarray and I’ll be living in my own bed in my new master bedroom in my new house.  Only one thing missing… actually two if you count a dog.