This little bloggie's been sparse lately, not from a lack of things to blog about, but because I haven't been terribly reflective. Sometimes I like to binge without purging.
Besides, I'm going to the Twins game tonight, game number eight at the new Target Field. My ability to concentrate on paperwork, spreadsheets and faux-smiles has dropped to near-record lows.
I rejoined Match.com. Went on a date the other night with an actress whose job is to portray a series of mental illnesses for police training. One of which, suicide jumper, has reduced more than a few cops to tears. How do people get into these jobs? It's not usual career councelor drivel, is it? Thing is, she appeared to be quite sane, herself, which made me wonder how easy it could be to play a domestic abuse victim for three hours, then get in your car, turn on KS95 and drive to Wendy's for a Frosty.
We liked each other. She's an understudy at the Guthrie, and is making her second film, starring actors from her hometown of Cloquet. I found myself very impressed by this revelation. Meeting interesting people like that is a rarity, and thrilling.
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