My Year Of Everything

• Auditioning. 
• Reading “Sweater Quest: My Year Of Knitting Dangerously,” about which more later.
• Traveling for auditions. 
• Shelling out $12 for in-flight internet, only to discover I don’t have much to do online, then Tweeting about it and telling myself, “That Tweet just cost $2.25.” And then doing it again on the return flight.
• Thinking about the auditions I had, realizing I can’t affect the outcome with my thoughts, sighing wearily.
• Staying at the Jane Hotel in a room whose surface area is smaller than that of my hammock, schlepping down the hall in flip-flops with my dop kit because you have to share a bathroom at the Jane Hotel. 
• Watching that Justin Bieber video that’s now the most-watched video in YouTube history, falling deeply in love with the dancer all the way to the right, Googling “Justin Bieber’s dancers,” figuring out his name is Nick Baga and he’s in a band called “The Futhamuckas,” watching their videos on YouTube, then saying, “Stop this, you are a 39-year-old man.” (But really, folks- brother is fly.)
• Talking to Rob Tannenbaum for his upcoming oral-history book about MTV. 
• Having people over by the pool.
• Reading the reply emails to the thank-you emails I sent out after recent auditions, parsing.
• Rearranging my fridge to accommodate the beer brought over by people when they come to hang out by the pool. 
• Wondering when I’m going to hear about that audition. 
• Watching that Mark Ronson “Bang Bang Bang” video a billion times. 
• Having lunch with the adorable and brilliant Caissie St. Onge. 
• Realizing this is going to be more like “My Year And Two Months Of Everything,” and since almost none of these books really take place in a year, choosing not to worry about it. 

Back to work. After I check my email and see if I heard anything.