soar, throat

i may sing karaoke tonight, through the pain. but for now, the edit assisting gig has begun. although my pay has yet to be agreed upon, i am working regardless, and on a project, a glamour project even, starring the inimitable duo of latifah and cool j (aka the next marky mark).

i am tired and sick and vh1 has offered 250k for the adultery pilot. hmm. we now attempt to start a bidding war between them and hbo and showtime. probably sticking with the vh1 deal, but it's not up to me, and even though i did all the research, wrote the original pitch, and chatted up the execs at the meeting, i'll probably get about a dollar.

my throat hurts.

here, i'll tell a story:

there once was a receptionist who worked in the office where i will now work for the next month or so. she wanted to do it with me. she doesn't work here anymore. what the fuck? i gave her a rose.