Wet day

I am in a peculiar slightly irritated mood.

A friend is meant to be coming around for dinner tonight; it's the old chum from the studio who has moved into my brother's house, and I am feeling odd about it. I am antsy because on some level, I am angry with him about his (possibly)thieving ex.

This is so very unfair I am trying to find the cause behind the cause; maybe I am cross because I am tired, because my writing is so slow, because my PC is dying of old age, because of some internal challenge I haven't identified, because because because.

Truth is I am exhausted. But the truth also is that my friend is sunny and funny and they'll lift my attitude. I am fretting in case they bring their ex with them, but they won't. They are more likely to bring their dogs, and then look a little regretful if I say they can't be let off their leads in the house. But doggies are fine, we'll just go for a walk in the woods.

No, this irritation has no real basis. My writing...well, it is moving, but I don't know what that means really. I have a sinking feeling that the story is just about to really start, and when I go back over it, I will consider the first 20,000 words completely irrelevant.

Maybe I am just suffering from a wet day.

Meh.

Being offered some sort of part in a short film about youth culture and hair cuts.

Seriously couldn't care less.

I love playing around and showing off, or I did, or I will or won't, but it just isn't singing to me. I may not always be done with TV, but right now I am. And if that's a permanent situation, that's cool. But maybe I am being silly, this is work, and I should at least look at it.

[Edited to add:] So Ok, I got back to the producer/director whatever he is. He wanted a snapshot of me with short hair and asked me a couple of questions:

So how long have you had your present style?
Will you decide to keep your style ?
Where do you go and who cuts it for you

If this seems a bit peculiar, it's because it is a bit peculiar. Not a word about the project, and who in their right mind is going to tell a total stranger where they cut their hair? I'm not saying it's dangerous or crazy. I'm just saying it's unusual...I called the site and they agreed. He had booked it on site as a supporting speaking role, so unless it's a testimonial ('Everyone knows that short hair is hard work! But since I started using new salon approved goose lard with added stiffener, I can get the shock spikes I want, AND roast potatoes on my head!') it doesn't really make much sense. They'll check it out. In the meantime, she said, it doesn't pay well and her suggestion would be to politely decline.

When I look for the guy's ID, all I find is an OK Cupid profile and what looks suspiciously like links to porn. My hair will have to find stardom another day.