Today was a good day which I really needed because the last day or two was kinda crazy. I am presently in such a transitional state (aka homeless/transient) that its really making me weary. I was hoping to escape some of that weariness by coming back to Chicago to shoot this film, but alas here was weariness staring me in the face again. Luckily in Chicago I do have very good friends that make the load a little easier to bear.

I saw my friend who has cancer...hereafter refered to as FWHC. I called him this morning and asked him if he wanted to go to church. We went and it was very good. It still amazes me...how situations can turn on a dime. One moment you can view a person with such distain and disgust and the next you can really look at them with compassion and unconditional love. Peace in the middle of a horrible situation. That is truly a blessing from God, because let me tell ya, I do NOT have a reputation for "forgiveness"...but I guess I'm getting a crash course lesson. It's amazing how affliction can change people...even if we are not ourselves afflicted. HIS illness, HIS battle has somehow made ME a better person. Amazing.

I met with the director, dp and costumer for the film I'm doing. I think it should be fun. We went shopping for wedding dresses and lingere. They are all very glad I'm here...I guess there was some panic before my arrival, but hopefully I can go into rehearsal with both guns blazing and set everyone's mind at ease.

I'm due back in Los Angeles on the 27th and that same evening I'm due to shoot another film. I talked to the director yesterday and he was very nervous about the weather in Chicago and whether I would be able to make in back in time or be delayed. I informed him that I can do SEVERAL things very, very well. I cannot, however, control the weather!! I mean really HELLO PEOPLE!! I'm really happy to be working but I am also really, really, really stressed out. But then again, I guess everyone is. I suppose I should pray for good weather.

I talked to my mom yesterday. I'm sooo emotional lately. I thought it was just PMS but I've gotten my period and I am still a bit of a wreck. I mean I could cry at the drop of a hat, and I am NOT a crier by any means. Anyway, I was talking to her and I told her how much I appreciate her and all of her support (which is in and of itself amazing, because we do NOT talk like that in my family!) My mom replied in a way that only My mom would...by singing a song. My mom has been singing in church since long before I was born but I'd never heard her sing this particular song....it went "I know someone who cares about all your struggles, I know someone who cares about all your burdens....his name is Jesus". Needless to say, I was crying before she even finished the first sentence. I cried quietly, my mom thinks I'm very strong and tears would surely worry her. In fact everyone seems to think I'm very strong...and I suppose I am. I guess it would just be nice to not have to be... to cry and be weak... just for a moment.