Oh. My. God. I have a big, whopping fat lady of an audition tomorrow.
My agent is an absolute God in a blue suit. I heard about a major recurring role on a show I straight-up love that just might be right for me. I told him I'd shower him with ridiculous gifts if he could get me in the room.
(Which is extra huge considering I just jumped on a soapbox to rant to you about how it's still -- incredulously -- a challenge to get me through doors for lame one-line roles. This is a major recurring character for a season.)
Then I got the sides... and then I started getting giddy. Like stupid-silly giddy. It's me. This role is sooo goddamn me but in black in white ink on the page. On a hit show. That I love.
Okay. I have to stop thinking about all this mumbo-jumbo actor-head-garbage and just go in and have fun.
Dear God, I hope I can get to sleep tonight.