So, Dorian, thanks I guess? Random man calls me up at half past three asking me if I want him to be my agent. I think my response was something like "sigfsda?" or some such unprounouncable nonsensebabble. Which I'm sure made him really comfortbale about representing me. Anyway...turns out he's Dorian's agent and he's gotten Dorian work in commercials and the like. Dorian convinced him he'd want to see me so he is. 9:00 am tomorrow.
I am going to shite a brick. Or 12...
I might be in the fillums! Okay no, but I might be on the telly! ;)
It's all happening like a hurricane and it's all so much and it might just blow me over but what a way to go, eh? Right. Back to...catering...for the thing.