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Apr. 21st, 2007 06:24 pmI know I'm spamming today, this may become regular weekend behavior now that I have weekends again. I just don't know what to do with myself.
Anyway, I talked to my parents about moving back to Colorado, and basically committed myself to doing it. (Which is a good thing) Almost as soon as I got off the phone, my phone rang again. It was a call from this agency I'm with for former military members who are also actors. Anyway they wanted to know if I could work on the set of Reno 911 on Monday. So I'm going to be doing that, which should be a lot of fun. We'll be doing rifle drills of some sort, which I haven't done in years, but luckily the agency is doing a rehearsal tomorrow so that we can all brush up. And that should be fun too.
Anyway, I talked to my parents about moving back to Colorado, and basically committed myself to doing it. (Which is a good thing) Almost as soon as I got off the phone, my phone rang again. It was a call from this agency I'm with for former military members who are also actors. Anyway they wanted to know if I could work on the set of Reno 911 on Monday. So I'm going to be doing that, which should be a lot of fun. We'll be doing rifle drills of some sort, which I haven't done in years, but luckily the agency is doing a rehearsal tomorrow so that we can all brush up. And that should be fun too.
