So now the waiting game begins. If I ever hear from that agent again, it could be weeks, months even. If I was in town I'd be sweating and twiddling my thumbs so I'm glad I'm getting gone, too. Unfortunately, I have to take my thumbs and my sweat with me, but I'm confident that they'll be pleasantly distracted by unfamiliar sights and sounds. There's no better way to take your mind off a Hollywood waiting game than by spending money you don't have on a trip to Europe.
Unfortunately, my blog postings will be few and far between so, mom, I'm sorry. I'll call you when I get back though. And no, that photo is not gratuitously violent and bloody. It's Casey Affleck, mom, so it's definitely pudding.