What a difference two weeks makes!

Good lord, it's been a busy one. I pretty much hit rock bottom a few weeks ago. Work wasn't looking too solid, my cat ran away, June Gloom was raining over Los Angeles. Not the greatest feeling, ya know?

A few days after Qusay's disappearance, I hooked up with an old friend from Austin who is currently directing a movie here in Hollywood and landed myself a job as a Production Assistant. The pay isn't incredible, but I've made some pretty great contacts and I definitely have more work coming my way after this one wraps. Oh, and I never thought I'd be pulling 70+ hour weeks, but here I am.

This is the first "real" set I've been on. (I don't think short films at UT really count) It is really fascinating. I've learned more in two weeks than I learned in entire semesters at college.

One thing though, I really feel as though I should have been here years ago. Ah well. I'm here now.

Anyway, I've been killing myself during the week, and on this Saturday me and a couple of my roommates took a drive up to Santa Barbara. It's about two hours away from our place, and about 10 minutes away, I get a call from someone in Beverly Hills. They had got my number from Qusay's tag. She was alive and hanging out on their back porch!

So, I called up my buddy Daniel and he tried to get her. Well, that didn't go well and he has the cuts to prove it. So after a night of partying out by the beach, I came home and crashed, woke up the next morning and headed to Beverly Hills to reclaim my girl.

To make a long story short, I managed to coax her out from under a deck and get her in my car and in to Daniel's apartment, safe and happy.



Things are looking up.

Qusay's Day Out

So, California has been interesting.

E3, the Electronic Entertainment Expo was a blast, I saw a bunch of cool games, a bunch of cool people and drank a lot of free alcohol. It was good times.

But like all things in my life, a series of ups is usually followed by a series of downs.

I had to find a place to move the cats to until I find my own pad, an apartment or whatever. And that's where things start to get crappy. I got the cats in to the car, Uday was pretty cool about it, Qusay caught me with a back foot and cut my ear. Ouch.

I drive the two of them out to Beverly Hills, call up my buddy Daniel, pick up Qusay and just as we're about to get in to the door of his building, she flips out, like, seriously nutzo, twists out of my arms, hits the ground and BOLTS. Like, full speed. I have no idea why she would have done that. I run after her, but she rounds two corners and loses me in an alley. Daniel and I spent the next hour wandering around looking for her, but who knows where she could have gone. She does have a collar with her name and my phone number on it, so here's hoping some nice Californian finds her and gives me a call.

As much shit as I talk about her, I do love her. Qusay and Uday have been with me for six years now and to lose one of them is pretty damn painful. Keep her in your hearts.



Hope to see you soon Qusay.