Jun 19, 2005 13:33
"We cling so hard to what is lost..."
I said that. Well, someone else wrote it for me. I forget who, exactly. I think Steve DeKnight. And I was wearing leather and enough blue makeup to outfit a virtual army of Smurfs. So I wasn't exactly me.
I haven't lost anything. Except some sleep. I forgot how stressful regular series work was, exactly, I think. I'm remembering it now. The long nights. The boring days. The set-ups haven't gotten any shorter, and I don't know this crew like I knew the crew on Angel.
Lordy, how much do I miss my boys? I've got Jacky with me, but he's my son, not kind and sweet J, always there to open a door for me. Or David, who never quite got the little practical jokes, but to his credit, he rolled with each and every one. I miss lunches with Alexis and Andy and Vincent.
Bonding with a new "family" takes time. I remind myself of that every day at work, looking at these people I barely know. And then, I usually busy myself with Jacky, or text-messaging Aly.
Poor thing's been working hard on How I Met Your Mother. I'm working hard on The Unit. Sometimes, we don't even see each other until we snuggle together in bed.
Relationships take work. That's what mama always told me every time she and daddy would fight. I'm holdin' on as hard as I can.