I had a long massage today. I was a bit hesitant, because I'm friends with the masseuse, and professional exchange between friends weirds me out. I'm never sure how much to be friend and how much to be customer. I totally overtipped her. But it was good. An hour spent on my upper body, and she managed to avoid setting off my trigger points, of which they were sure plenty.

I used to pay her for weekly massages, so we had a rhythm. But that was over a year ago. Reconnection is good. Maybe I could even do dinner with her one time. She's right in my neck of the woods.

Lot of time lying there....thinking about my day. Thinking positive thoughts for Jessica and her family, thinking about what my life was lie the first time when I was having this done regularly, And then loneliness. Not mine, really. Just thinking about all that genre work being done where people have to leave their homes to shoot--to mve temporarily to Bulgaria or Vancouver or Toronto and try and make a structure that will do through the long days and short weekend and isolation. Ans you pray you get a good bunch of people because these 16 hours a day run you ragged and you need all the friends you can get,

Colin starts a 22 episode run soon. 16 hour days, a free weekend if you're lucky, but he's the lead so he's all over everything. You have so many people to trust and so many people that can fuck you up. And when you have free time, it's hanging with your cast and crew and if you're lucky the other people in your network clique. And in all that you need to find as many solid friends as possible to ride the thing out with.

And in all that you need to find as many solid friends as possible to ride the thing out with.

True for life, me thinks. Glad you got a good massage; those can do a body and mind good.

Jessica, I'm so, so sorry.

Jessica, I am so sorry. Peace and warm thoughts to you and the whole family.

True for life, me thinks

It is, it is. I just feel sad when it's time for Colin to go north again. It puts strain on relationships that don't sustain distance well, and it's not a great environment to meet people who can take you out of your head and have things not be about work.

All those lines I draw for me between my co-workers? Impossible. That's their best friend/dating pool they're working with 80 hours a week. No family, few other friends. You can meet some great people, but it can also get very lonely.

But at least it's not Bulgaria.

On a lighter note, based on his outfit, I suspect Johnny Weir might be a closet Buffista.

I totes thought the same thing, megan.

ita, true friends are just so hard to come by. I get the loneliness.

I'm doubt there's a closet that could hold the guy.

He's probably a lurker.

He could be one of our missing Davids.

Isn't he yummy?

Went to bed early, hoping to get some good sleep. But I'm still awake. I'm stuffy. I have relocated to the recliner with a box of tissues, bottle of water, and my warm blanket. Will try to zone out to the Olympics.

Isn't he yummy?

His exhibition dance to "Poker Face" is a thing of beauty.