I'll be back tomorrow. I've spent a few days with family, sort of. My stepmother won't take my calls, so I have to talk through my sister and tell them where Dad told me everything is and she is only on Facebook. Rather annoying, but now, they must do as I say. Thranduil is so out of the bag, he's got another following on Facebook only now it has spread onto my personal page so it's really hard for my family not to see what's going on. But that's our Thranduil, isn't it?

Never-ending...really

Okay, so I am about to fall asleep with no creepy memories of meeting a guy 15 years ago one random day out of a year that was not famous then but is now, and guess who bangs on my window to get me to let him in? My dad.

So he’s looking for knives to weed my yard--which he shouldn’t do but has done before since he has been sick. I took one for practice. I lost it--threw it or put it somewhere. So then, we talk about me getting better. Fine, but I’m bored--love writing, yes, but I’m used to a 12-14 hour day. I live off coffee and adrenalin. So, now I’m talking about agents for voiceover with my dad. I’ve done this before no problem. But then I remember the job I had before where he made my manager cry and then the secretary at the studio cry. How he does that from 2000 miles away? Beats the hell out of me. He is just that good. He is the ultimate villain. Loki needs lessons from my dad.

So sleep? What is that? Does it really exist because like Santa, I’ve haven’t see it yet. I’m just working off natural adrenalin and my dad who will return in about the time I drift off again and I have watch him to make sure he’s not doing something insane like mowing or anything requiring the use of gasoline.

Right.