Thanks, No Thanks: but yes, I'll do it.

Ever since my last "dark" yet "thought provoking" post (those are just the NYTimes reviews), I've spent my days in deep consideration of the move to Chicago.

One reader suggested, "If you're not happy, just move. Don't drink the Kool-Aid and make it into some noble action."

1. You're an asshole.
2. You're right.

"just move"

After I finished imagining the punch to the face I could have delivered to this jerk, that really struck a chord.

So, a la You're a Good Man Charlie Brown, that became my new philosophy.

JUST MOVE.

I put myself into action. I've spent hours applying for any job in Chicago that seems remotely interesting and doesn't involve touching other people's leftovers. I've researched the cheapest travel dates, lined up a fair amount of couches to sleep on, and even budgeted the cost.

And by budget, I mean I checked to see if coffee and booze were any cheaper in Chicago.

Just when I was really getting psyched for my life outlook, guess who called? None other than everyone's favorite so-you-think-you're-moving-to-Chicago-well-guess-what show

WE THE PEOPLE.

Oh yes. Apparently, somebody couldn't handle all the fame and glamour that comes with playing Thomas Jefferson for 12 year olds, and they've BEGGED me to come back and do it for the final weeks.

And like the bitch of fate I am, I agreed.

So get ready for two weeks of FLASHBACK INTENSITY because I am already having nightmares and cold sweats.

Happy Thanksgiving bitches,

TJB: Making It