February's Awesome! ...Said No One. Ever.

February's gross.

Everyone's kinda sick. Coughing on everything.

Pasty white. Chapped lips. Prickly legs. Dry skin. Red noses.

New Yorkers look like sickly refugees, bundled from head to toe. Wrapped in drab babushkas. Sour faces. Cracking hands grabbing cold subway poles.

And, for God's sake, there's pink shit all over the place. And hearts. Stores hawking balloons and bears and bags of sugary crap.

Just gross.

I'm feeling it's effects, to say the least. Auditions are slow. I'm itching for another film project to throw myself into, missing December's craze. So I've signed up for a boat load of seminars and workshops. The coming weeks are gonna be jam packed with me trying to impress the pants off of some industry-folk. (so to speak. I'm not actually the actress that does pantsless things with the director in the back of the trailer. ...She's a hooker.)

Anyhoo, I've been working hard on my corporate wellness program. Spending endless hours trying to figure out technology that eludes my sensibilities. Luckily we have found a web designer!! Those that know me well know how tech-tarded I am (thanks for that gene, Mom). Living in the future is tricky! I had to ask the nice man at the Apple store to speak to me like I was 6 as he explained what a “cloud” was. ...utterly mind blowing...

In actory news: Coming up this weekend I'll be performing in Pussyfest Redux. A collection of actresses coming together to perform monologues written specifically for each one of us. My monologue may well just be the dirtiest piece I've ever performed on a stage. My amazing writer, Daniel Talbott, has written me a Southern, matter-of-fact girl with an unfortunate sexual experience to share with everyone. It should be interesting. Honestly though, I'm excited to meet tons of great people. Should be an awesome night of very random performances. Fun fun fun.

I'm also knee deep in the rehearsal process for the show, “Commencing” in the Frigid Festival. We'll go up in the East Village at the end of the month. It's been a bit of a process to work on for various reasons. It's 60 minutes of non-stop chatter between myself and another woman- both of us prone to rants. There's a particular drunken monologue that gives me hives just thinking about it.

Also on the agenda, because of a moment of bravery, I submitted a short play I wrote to a show that was taking submissions (I wrote it one bizarro night after an odd date. It is NOT a true story, though, it's not too far off...). It's a theater company that I've worked with in the past as an actor, but I submitted my play on a whim. I never REALLY expected them to choose to do it. But I've decided to be braver this year-writing more and putting it out there. And, lo and behold, they are actually freakin' doing the thing. So weird! It's a very silly little comedy about a girl and a boy in a confusing situation. Maybe after it goes up I'll even get the nerve to post it here. But we'll see about that...

In the meantime, this week I've booked another commercial! Car dealership number two, here I come. I'm super grateful, but I could really use some bigger-deal-somethings pretty soon. I'm getting restless. I'm working on re-branding myself and getting my “package” together (ugh. That sounds so annoying). But, I'll be putting new stuff out and about pretty soon to see what kind of response I get. Viewing myself as a product is not something that comes naturally, but I'm trying my damnedest to be a business-minded badass.

So, between rehearsals and work sessions and auditions and meetings, I'm popping Vitamin D like they're Tic Tacs and downing green juice with ginger. My little body has been feeling a cold lingering that I'd like to kick the crap out of. So Pilates and healthy foods and some good workouts in my future...not to mention that a costume described as “tragically tight” is enough to put quite a pep in your step on that treadmill. Ugh.

"tragically tight" and "shrink wrapped"

Stay well out there, my friends! February is a slalom of germs, grumpy city-folk, and lotion infused tissues (remind me to write a thank you note to whoever invented those, btw).

Bundle up and bear it. Spring will come soon enough.

I mean, that creepy little groundhog said so.