In case anyone was really wondering, my whereabouts for the last few weeks have everything to do with my membership in a certain union, which has afforded me ample work in the "biz," as it were.

Two weeks, four movies, one TV show. Sixteen-hour days, four hour commutes, a whole lotta free food and a little bit o' "prominently featured" screen time. I don't feel glamorous, but I do feel like ass. I fall asleep standing up. I eat nothing but swedish fish and pretzel rods (thanks to on-set offerings). The constant need to apply stage makeup has irritated my fragile complexion. I've got bags under my eyes that sag down past my mouth. But it has all been worth it, considering some of the talented actors with whom I've had the privilege of working, and the priceless experience of being an actual working actor. A little bit of concealer and moisturizer takes care of the bags under my eyes, anyway.

It's a crapshoot, of course, if you want fame and fortune. But if you want to make some money and some good friends, just enjoy the ride.