You'd think I'd be old enough to control my worries, but no such luck.  The movie's over and we'll see if anybody wants to see it.  Continuing car worries.  Continuing career worries.  Nobody responds to phone-calls anymore or e-mails, or letters.  Or is everyone ignoring me?  Or am I just paranoid?  Or am a paranoid AND everyone's ignoring me?  Or am I NOT paranoid AND everyone's ignoring me?  Sorry, this is all about me.  Next time it'll all be about you, I swear.  Computer worries.  Why do I rely on these things?  Ring-job!  Yikes!  And I'm not talking about my most recent X.  Keep at it, keep at it.  Is life just a series of "to do" lists?  Could very well be.  Who am I?  I dunno.  I'm a very smart girl.  Then why aren't I more successful?  Who knows?  Who really knows?  Take the computer apart.  Disc drive fucked.  Man, I'm busy.  No time no time no time.  OFFBEAT.  Everybody wants offbeat.  Off-kilter more likely.  And get some sleep, damnit.  Damnit, Jim, I'm an actress, not a mechanic.  Put the damn clutch back on.  How's THAT work?  Tomorrow I'll be more entertaining, I promise.

BH