Another night at Fess Parker's soiree. I'm going to see and be seen, and see if I can schmooze enough to get someone to recommend me to an agent. I've sent a letter to the one who was interested in me earlier reminding her of that fact. Maybe if I bug her enough she'll take me on just to get me to leave her alone. The old Shawshank Redemption trick. But I only have until September 6 to get the ball rolling. After that I'm moving somewhere...if I have an agent here, LA seems prudent. If not, I have a mutual student of my voice teacher who could give me lessons in NYC. That seems prudent too. I've been over a year without lessons (except for those I got in January) and could use a tune up.

Waiting for the other shoe to drop...

Last week Chloe was ill and to the tune of $47 I was told by the vet that she needed to eat different food. Last night I came home and Cai was sitting on my chair...surrounded by blood. For $56.50 I found out that he'd been in a catfight, the puncture had abscessed, and last night it burst. (Cai is not a chin scratcher, so I didn't feel the abcess before). I now have pills that I can't force him to eat...

Doesn't bad news usually come in threes? Great....

I got bit again...

By a milkshake machine this time...