Dear Doodle’s Diary,
Yesterday I had a follow-up doctor's appointment to go over the blood work that I had done a few weeks ago. I am happy to tell you, dear diary, that everything is a-okay with doodle, even his liver. I thought that little guy must’ve packed his bags and asked his friend Pancreas to take over, years ago (namely when doodle was living on a bus and in glorified motels on Singin’), but he apparently is still working. So, I’d like to give a shout out to the ying to my yang, my liver. Thanks buddy. I couldn’t do it without you. Moving right along. There is one test that is pending, but hopefully I’ll have that answer soon and my hypochondriacally crazed mind can sleep at night. I may even choose to join it. Who knows? The world is my oyster, dear diary, and I’m going to slurp it down with a shot of tobasco. Yum-o. Since I seem to be in a thankful mood, thanks to Sir Willio for recommending my new doctor. He’s really great and I feel I can tell him anything which freaking rocks. ROCKS. Dear diary, I also want to thank Darladiva for being my agent/acting coach of late. Because of her I am working in a great show and I have the confidence to nail my call back for Cloud 9 tonight. So, dear diary, if you wouldn’t mind letting her know, I’d be appreciative. As you know, dd, perspective is the doodle of 2007. And I’m finding that it could really get the chance to shine. REALLY. Anxiously waiting in antici-------------------------------------------------------------------pation. What else did I want to tell you dd? My god, if I don’t start seeing results from counting my calories and going to the gym, somebody gonna get hurt. I wish I could go to the gym more, but because of rehearsals and life, it’s turning out to be 3 times a week at the most. I want to go crazy and run for 2 hours, but I just can’t. I can’t get past the 40 minute mark. I can do it so easily when I’m with my gym bunnies, I mean buddies, I mean bunnies. Sigh. What’s a doodle to do(dle) dd(le)? WHAT? I need to finish learning my lines. I am procrastinating and I don’t know why. I guess I should be doing that instead of writing to you dd, but I know you’ve missed me and I know your friends Satellite and Pause and A Chuisle miss you. Anyhoo, I guess that’s all for now dd. It’s been nice catching up with you again.
Yours,
Doodle
Yesterday I had a follow-up doctor's appointment to go over the blood work that I had done a few weeks ago. I am happy to tell you, dear diary, that everything is a-okay with doodle, even his liver. I thought that little guy must’ve packed his bags and asked his friend Pancreas to take over, years ago (namely when doodle was living on a bus and in glorified motels on Singin’), but he apparently is still working. So, I’d like to give a shout out to the ying to my yang, my liver. Thanks buddy. I couldn’t do it without you. Moving right along. There is one test that is pending, but hopefully I’ll have that answer soon and my hypochondriacally crazed mind can sleep at night. I may even choose to join it. Who knows? The world is my oyster, dear diary, and I’m going to slurp it down with a shot of tobasco. Yum-o. Since I seem to be in a thankful mood, thanks to Sir Willio for recommending my new doctor. He’s really great and I feel I can tell him anything which freaking rocks. ROCKS. Dear diary, I also want to thank Darladiva for being my agent/acting coach of late. Because of her I am working in a great show and I have the confidence to nail my call back for Cloud 9 tonight. So, dear diary, if you wouldn’t mind letting her know, I’d be appreciative. As you know, dd, perspective is the doodle of 2007. And I’m finding that it could really get the chance to shine. REALLY. Anxiously waiting in antici-------------------------------------------------------------------pation. What else did I want to tell you dd? My god, if I don’t start seeing results from counting my calories and going to the gym, somebody gonna get hurt. I wish I could go to the gym more, but because of rehearsals and life, it’s turning out to be 3 times a week at the most. I want to go crazy and run for 2 hours, but I just can’t. I can’t get past the 40 minute mark. I can do it so easily when I’m with my gym bunnies, I mean buddies, I mean bunnies. Sigh. What’s a doodle to do(dle) dd(le)? WHAT? I need to finish learning my lines. I am procrastinating and I don’t know why. I guess I should be doing that instead of writing to you dd, but I know you’ve missed me and I know your friends Satellite and Pause and A Chuisle miss you. Anyhoo, I guess that’s all for now dd. It’s been nice catching up with you again.
Yours,
Doodle
5 comments:
You really shouldn't leave your diary out in the open unless you want people to read it.
Oh, Doodle, I am so very glad you are alive and well. And your little liver, too. *petting liver*
Having doctor that you can talk to freely is wonderful. I am so glad SW gave you the recommendation he did. SOLVED.
Want to go over lines on Saturday before Suz's show? I can help you if you like. Let me know.
Thanks for the offer GME, but honestly, I want as much of this show to be a surprise for you and everyone that I haven't asked for help. What can I say? I'm a laugh whore.
You will get Cloud Nine, you know just what to do. :)
Thank you for thinking of me.
Like clapping for Tinkerbell, the damn refresh key finally pays off. Not that my life is pathetically reduced to waiting for YOU to have a life - pas du tous!
Good news on the kidney. Being part oak tree has its advantages (you didn't think grampa was actually HUMAN did you??) If he couldn't kill a kidney, a novice like you ain't gotta chance.
Now be a good boy and STUDY YOUR LINES.
xoxo
great news on the whole, body being healthy thang!!!! and yes, a chuisle (or macoosh which is waaaay easier) does miss you. immensely. sometimes i can't get out of bed in the morning b/c i don't think i'll be able to face the day.
you think i'm kidding.
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