My ex-roomie just called an hour ago and asked if I was busy today, which I'm not. (No, really?) So she told me that they wanted extras today, and told me to call a number. Gosh-darn that girl. I called the number and pretty much sounded like a moron because she didn't tell me what else I'm supposed to say. Fortunately, Robert from C501 was very kind and friendly, as usual, and he actually remembered me, which was really nice. He basically told me to go to the old port at 2:30 pm, but I won't get lost since there'll be a crapload of people going for the same reason anyway.

So here I go again. Apparently, this movie's called "Taking Lives" or something, and I dunno anything else about this movie. I'll be summery in a striped shirt and stuff. Yeah. If you're reading this and want to see me, I'm in a red striped shirt. And I'm real tubby. Yeah.