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Terrible dreams last night, involving Counsellor, which is ridiculous, because the show is over, and yet I'm making up fictional crew-people that look like people I've just recently met in other contexts, and dreaming about how much they hate me. That was unpleasant.

Have to register with an extras agency today instead of going to the parade really, and that sucks, but maybe they will get me some damn work (not that I can put background stuff on the resume, but the check is something at least). Really need to spend time with the dead dog monologue, later, and generally just deal with the creeping anxiety I feel when I'm not busy all the time.

*sigh*

I also have this creeping suspicion that we've a new mailman who is hoarding our mail and not delivering it, as I never hear him come in (our kitchen wall is against the mailboxes) when I'm home and we almost never have any mail anymore, when we always used to have several pieces a day (and sometimes upwards of ten). I've not gotten a check I was told was mailed to me, nor have my IRS monthly statements been coming. It just seems weird.