Universal Snickering

I talked to Gay P____ from the production company today. She was calling to let me know that they hadn't forgotten about me, and they're going to pitch the show to a network in November. I probably sounded underwhelmed. I really don't expect anything to come of this. But I should probably try to muster a little enthusiasm. I know I don't seem the least bit excited about the possibility of having my own reality television show. I guess I just can't see whatever it is that Gay saw.

Oh, well. We'll see.

Right now I have to get back to the real world. I stopped here (Maybrook, NY) to get some water and wound up playing World of Warcraft. I'm such a dumbass. At the moment I'm waiting for the asshole who's blocking me in to move. He and a buddy decided that right in front of my truck would be an excellent place for them to switch trailers. Right now I'm being patient, but the timer is running.

How come this kind of stuff only happens when you're about to leave? I've been here since 16:00. The Universe couldn't send these two along sometime in the four hours I've been here? Or during the thirty minutes I was just in the store?

No. Nevermind. Stupid question.

And I can hear the Universe snickering.