The intelligent (shut up) part of my brain knows that this is just the beginning of an uphill battle. A very long uphill battle. You don't just approach a few agents and get discovered overnight. But the emotional part of me thinks it could happen.
This has all the makings for a repeat of March through April of 2009...when I just KNEW I was going to be on "The Biggest Loser". Everywhere I went, and I do mean everywhere, I was convinced that Bob and/or Jillian were going to jump out from behind something to tell me I'd made the show. I remember fluffing my hair once right before stepping out of a tanning booth. Not the salon, the actual tanning booth. Only difference is that now I am trying to lose weight, not gain it. Actaully still trying to lose the weight that I gained while waiting to hear back from TBL. The call that I never got. Bastards.
I am going to control it this time. I can't put myself or Robin through what I did last year. Or at least I will keep the crazy to myself. She doesn't know why, when I was on my treadmill this morning and I heard an email come in, I demanded she check it. It was a friend from Miami commenting on my Facebook page that Miami is another planet. I had to reschedule a MD appointment and call the pharmacy to get some medication filled earlier. "No problem, Miss Frasier." The politeness caught me off guard.
Today was a great day for a nap. Robin is still sleeping, so I ran down here. The whole time I was thinking positive thoughts. Gonna get a really good email! Put my glasses on, pulled up my chair, took a deep breath, think I smiled a little. And there was good news. Just not about me. My friend's husband has an interview to be on "Who Wants to be a Millionaire"!!! That actually is good news for me. If he wins a bunch of money, she came make plans for a NC visit!
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