I'm officially out of my first LA apartment and mostly moved into my second one, although technically it's in Studio City in the Valley. Many thanks to all who helped me move, namely Sarah, Sarah's dad, Sarah's friend, and Emily. And thanks to those who gave moral support as well. I still have stuff in my car that I was way too tired to transport into the new apartment last night. This moving thing is ridiculous. I hate packing. Hate it. On the plus side, I got a shit-ton of exercise.
Frank TV is done for the most part, and they're kicking me out July 11. I'm going to wait on that panic attack until after this weekend because...I'm going home! Home-home. Jersey-home. I'll be in town from July 4th until late afternoon on July 6th. Then, I get to come back to LA and look for work. Bleh.
The Root of All Evil tapes right next door to us. I saw Lewis Black and Andrew Daly yesterday just walking around the lot. Add that to my list of Things I Try Not To Nerd Out About At Work.
I just took a U.S. citizenship test on MSN. I got 100%. You don't want none of this patriotism.
Try it out for yourself.