Eggs and Chocolate? Yes, Please

I once saw an interview with Katy Perry when she likened invisalign with a Sumo Wrestler sitting on ones head.
At the time I thought "Oh you drama queen, Kay Perry."  Alas, she's right.  In my life I've been run over by a car, broken bones and had an extremely painful root canal after a weekend of extreme pain.  I swear my mouth hurts more than any of those other things.
Like, ten Sumo wrestlers sitting on my head.  It's painful, but I'm taking before and after pictures. 
I binged on eggs and chocolate and those amazing starburst jelly beans for two days.
And now I feel sick.  And fat.  And depressed that I actually convinced myself that calories over the holidays don't count because everyone has them.  Well, they do.  And everyone gets fat.  And then I'm more depressed that I cant think like that all the time.
The Lawyer BF gets his bar results in less than three weeks.
Hopefully he'll land an LA based job, and we'll be relocated by the end of June.
He mentioned a potential job up east of San Luis Obispo and I laughed.  Right in his face.
You know, I'm cool with Camarillo.  Ventura I can live with, hell I can even make Santa Barbara work.  But the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere.  Not gonna happen.  This isn't even potential career driven.  It's not family and friends driven, it's all in the interest of saving my own sanity.  I will go to an Orly Taitz level of insanity that far away from the coast.  I will die inside, and then out.
And Katy Perry's the drama queen.

Committed

I committed.
I committed to fifteen hundred dollars worth of clear plastic that will change my smile, which really isn't all that bad to begin with.  I'm bouncing between ecstasy and buyers remorse. Now I'm thinking I should be committed. 
I finished a spec script for ABC's Castle.  I'm pretty proud of it.  I'm thinking of entering the ABC/Disney writers fellowship next year when I've wrapped more stuff up.  This will add bulk to my finished projects.
In the comming month I'm submitting my feature length project to The Nicholl Fellowship, The Burbank Film Festival and The Austin Film Festival.
I'm hitting up a friends play next week.  She's nervous as it's her first live performance.  She's been saying she wants to be an actress for years, and this is the first time she's ever been on stage.  I'm not really sure how that happened.... I'm also not sure how one makes it through the California Public School System without being forced into a play or two. 
I need another job.  for a while I was writing for ehow.  i finally got my articles up there where I was actually earning, and the ehow screws me and changes the terms of use.
I guess my next e-stop is craigslist.

And We're Patched.

Well, crowned. Or re-crowned.
And swollen, and heavily medicated.  And I'm suffering from one sided-droopy face.
But my dental problems are fixed.... or just beginning.
You see, I'm in the midst of a major possible commitment.
My teeth.... they're not so great.  I mean, they're white and straight and all, but a little bit spacey.  I had braces as a teen.  They fixed the problem.  But in the last couple years I've noticed some um... drifting.
Okay so the natural reaction is hey, maybe wear my retainer right?  Can't.  Thanks family dog Bodie.
My dentist made me an offer this afternoon.  In the past I've inquired about invisalign.  I was quoted 5 grand and laughed my way out of the office.  I mean, my teeth are straight, just a little not as close together as I'd like ad my car isn't even worth that.
So I guess there's a girl who's got the opposite problem with just her bottom teeth being jacked (mine is just my top teeth).  My dentist made an offer to let us spilt the cost, and discounted.
I could fix my upper spacing issue for just 1500 bucks.
Part of me wants to laugh.  I have classes to pay for, credit cards to pay off and a gas gauge that doesn't work.  I can not afford a grand and a half.  Plus there's the saver inside of me telling me how much less this is going to cost than I was originally quoted.... and the saver says to go for it.  This is the inside voice that makes me check groupon on a daily basis.
Part of me really really wants to.  Really.  Part of me looks at the money issue and wants to cry.  Maybe I'll take on a second job.  I told him I'd get back to him by the end of next week.