When I say I am busy I'm not sure what people picture in their mind's eye. They maybe picture me running around doing errands and making calls on my cel phone and proudly marking things off a long "to do" list and such all fresh faced and big sunglassed up zipping around in the loving California sun. No? No. When I say I am busy ... I mean I'm the sort of busy where A) you get up at 8 am and go to bed at 2 am and sometimes don't have time to shower so you are a little crusty with the matted hair of fitful sleep and yesterday's mascara, B) what you do throughout the day requires your mind be engaged every moment so you can't wander off in your brain to a quiet place and allow distraction or daydreams about laughter on the beach and frosty margaritas and flowy skirts and flirty cabana boys, C) after enough days of this your brain takes a vacation and no longer cares to support the involuntary functions of your body like ... speaking and ... breathing and ... blinking and ... crying.

There is the issue of ... it's all good stuff. There isn't anything on my calendar I want to lose. It's all auditions and rehearsals and agency work and class and shows I want to attend and dinners and parties and cool things. It's all stuff that makes me feel fulfilled and complete and excited. But it's also stuff that really requires my brain and sometimes my heart and that can become exhausting.

What's the first thing to go when I'm exhausted you ask? The work-em-outs. When was the last time I worked out you ask? Can't remember. Are you eating well? Stop asking questions. It's making my brain hurt.

So, as always, I am choosing not to punish myself and instead to try a new tack. I'm CONSIDERING ... and I'm not dedicated to it yet ... but I'm considering a trainer for a month. I have friends who belong to these things called ... gymnasiums. I MIGHT be able to talk a friend into doing the work out with me (Mimi). I'm not sure. But I'm considering it. I have a show on May 5 at which there will be many people whom I will want to impress. I want smaller arms by then. It's not a lofty goal nor is it a huge and unachievable one. So I'm looking into it. I PROMISE NOTHING! Cuz I've made promises before that the universe was able to screw me out of. Sorry to rat on you, Universe, but it's true. So no promises. I've learned that lesson.

I'll keep you posted.