Thanks for seein' about a girl, friend. here's where I'm writing my own history—for you, for me and anyone else who needs to laugh to keep from cryin' every once in awhile.

It’s Wednesday. Some people express relief when they wake up to this day of the week; I feel the weight of woe – woe is this hump day that seems insurmountable. (Especially when it’s been 10 o’clock for longer than an hour. I swear.)
 
Because it’s one of my favorite shows, here’s the Bernard Pivot quiz as uttered so eloquently by James Lipton on every episode of "Inside the Actor’s Studio":
 
 
1: What is your favorite word?
            Jokah
2: What is your least favorite word?
            ASAP
3: What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
            Laughter – particularly in the moments when you collapse into or reach out for someone else
4: What turns you off?
            Schmaltzy, insincere hellos. I'd seriously rather not speak or be spoken to if it's not actually well-meant.
5: What sound or noise do you love?
            The voices of everyone singing during the candle lighting ceremony on the lake at camp
6: What sound or noise do you hate?
            The alarm clock. Any alarm clock.
7: What is your favorite curse word?
            F^ck (I always feel so guilty and wrong for those times when I type it out here. I'm torn between my mother's disdain for the naughty and the Richard Pryor in me that just wants to let it out.)
8: What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
            A storyteller -- on stage or film. I'd like to write, produce and maybe even act in said stories.
9: What profession would you not like to do?
            Um ... I'm going to go with this 9-5-type stuff. I really don't think it's for me. I know it's not really for anyone or that no one is really all for it, but great goodness ... I can't shake the feeling that everyday it feels just like this:

What is this?!

10: If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
           
Surprise!

            Heh. I kid. No, I'd like to hear (and see in the faces of all those I've held dear that made it) as God spread His arms beyond him -- "It wasn't all for nothing."

Has it really been almost ten years?

The not-so-incredible weight of being ...