Hello. I just ate a pizza. Not a piece of pizza but a whole Tony's pizza. Bobby don't feel so good! I could have had a more of a healthy meal by eating dirt. I'm 33 years old (and sexier than ever, am I right ladies, hello?), why am I still buying frozen Tony's pizza?! Oh well.

Last night I asked my mechanic who does he go to when his transmission acts up. He gave me the number of his guy. He said, "You go to Aamco, you don't know who's working on your car." Now, I don't feel quite so nervous. I'll make an appointment soon.

Guess what I'm thinking

about?
In other news, I have an audition today. I haven't heard from my "agent" in about 3 years and then yesterday, out of the blue, he gives me a ring. Crazy. We're not taping this week, so I said what the hell! It's a local commercial for a hospital in Ohio. I spent most of last night dusting off my headshots and, oh yeah, looking over my lines. Wish me luck; I'm going to need it!

What else? Hmmmm. I got stuff to do -- that's it. Have a great day.

Always,

Bob