Is this a tunnel? Is that a light?

The end of my child beauty pageant show is near! By Friday, I hope to never see another young girl in a bathing suit. I feel I've said this before, but this time it's actually true. Last week I worked with a new, and quite possibly, equally nutty editor who proclaimed himself both "the greatest music editor in all of New York City" and "the laziest editor you'd ever want to meet." I liked his candor, and the fact that he was always willing to buy me coffee and a black and white cookie. I can't tell you how refreshing it was to actually snack in the edit WITH someone. After suffering through the anorexic reign of Time Bomb, my shell-shock had me believing that all editors only eat 5 almonds and drink endless amounts of water a day. This guy, we'll call him New Guy, chain-smoked and drank more coffee than anyone I've ever known, but he got his shit done and it didn't require that I pop a handful of Xanax to get through the day. Bonus. Now I'm on to my third and final editor for tweaking and polishing. It's really happening. The end is near. I'm so happy I could poop.

And as soon as this is all done I get to commit myself full time to training for the marathon! I've slacked off this past week and felt it like nobody's business when I went for a long run (10 miles) yesterday. There was actually a moment when I wondered if I still had legs since I could no longer feel them. Quite honestly, I'm terrified that I'm kidding myself and that there's no way I'm going to be able to do it. If I can make it through my biggie long run (22 godforsaken miles) this weekend, maybe I'll feel better about things. But for right now, I feel like I'm lucky if I can move my ass from the couch to the subway.

This past weekend I saw my old friend, Bliss (real name: Su) who came into town from Seattle on her way to a business trip in Kentucky. I haven't seen her in about two years and before that it was probably ten years since I had seen her last. She always was and continues to be one of the most amazing people I've ever met. Incredibly smart and creative, with a tremendous sense of humor and a huge heart. After years of being a punk rock kid who actually made herself anemic (by taking a mega-dose of zinc) so she could be pale (come on, who didn't like The Cure?), she ended up becoming an attorney specializing in something so complicated that my poor pop culture soaked brain still has yet to be able to comprehend it. I thought it had to do with tax law, but then she mentioned forestry. What do I know? I make TV. Nonetheless, it was good to see her.

This is such a boring, train of thought ramble...I should get back to the edit so I can put this thing to bed once and for all. There is also a black and white cookie awaiting me...