8:33 A.M.
I couldn�t sleep for shit last night.
Thank you Kitty!
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I did fall asleep for about 2 hours and I didn�t rest. I had dreams.
I�m awake again and my eyes are almost swollen shut from crying. My throat is killing me, and I wish I could just rest...I want to rest but I don't feel talking things out is going to fix this bitterness I feel in my gut.
The reason I am up writing, is because I had a very strange dream just before I woke up.
I had a dream that I was attending a four-year university and I had been assigned to work on a celebrity profile for one of my journalism classes.
My professor had asked me to interview someone famous. Part of the assignment was finding the person and making them available to sit down to chat.
I chose Hugh Hefner for some odd ass reason.
I�ve never even opened a �Playboy� magazine, and I think that was my reason for choosing to do such an interview.
I showed up in this big building and on my way in I saw the old man walking in at the same time. He had two beautiful women on his arms. He smiled at me and I followed him into the elevator. He got off on the 2nd floor and headed down the hallway away from the receptionist area on the main floor.
I waited a few minutes in the elevator and decided to ride up to the top floor a few times before I got out.
When I got out of the elevator I headed in the same direction I had seen Hugh go when he exited the elevator.
I came to a fork in the road and saw that there was a sign displayed in the hallway to direct personal in certain directions.
There was a casting and modeling office up another flight of stairs and I had decided to try my luck.
I went up the stairs and saw a huge group of girls gathering around to listen to someone�s presentation.
I walked behind the chairs that had been set up, and headed into an editor�s office.
There were two blond girls sitting at a reception desk answering phones and filling their nails. One girl was very friendly and asked what she could help me with. I told her that I didn't have an appointment, but I was there to see the editor and she told me that I would have more luck if I could come back tomorrow.
Well, I left and walked around the city a bit.
I made my way back to the casting office a while later and took a seat. The quiet receptionist said that she would let the man know I was waiting to see him.
The editor came out of his office on a cell phone talking business and ignored my existence. He handed some papers to the girls at the front desk and almost tripped over my extended legs when he made his way back to his office.
He closed the door and began yelling at the person on the phone.
I remember sitting there wondering what exactly gave a girl the potential to be in the magazine.
There was a girl sitting next to me in the waiting room. She looked very nervous. She had a magazine in her hand with her picture on the cover and she was biting her fingernails down to numbs.
I grabbed a �National Geographic� magazine and started jotting down questions like,
Does the magazine support a cause?
What one word describes the magazine best?
Do you think the world is more tolerant to porn, because of this magazine?"
Etc.
I came up with about 15 questions and then stopped writing.
I stood up to get ready to walk out and the receptionist asked me a few personal questions. We got into a conversation about relationships and she started to really warm up to me.
The editor came out of his office and grabbed some files off of the reception desk and asked the girl next to me to enter his office. The receptionist tried to get the editors attention to mention once again that I had been sitting there longer than the model. The model stood up and I could see that he legs were shaking. She walked into the office and dropped her purse when she walked through the doorway.
It was funny to sit next to someone so nervous. Watching her gave me a certain sense of confidence. I knew that if I had a chance to go into his office, I WAS NOT GETTING NAKED!
Well she came out in tears and the receptionist pointed the editor in my direction.
He got on the phone again and ignored me for a while longer.
The receptionists started telling me about their attempts to get into the magazine. They said that the only reason they were working there was because they hoped to someday get into nude pictures. They had met Hugh many times but he didn�t think that the girls were cut out for �A Cover Girl.�
Finally the editor came out. He shook my hand and said, �Business�.�
He walked into his office grabbed a newspaper and sat at his desk. He drank his coffee and tried to ignore that I was there.
�What can I help you with?�
I said, �Well I�m not here to apply for a job if that is what you mean.� He looked up over his paper and sneered at me in a smart-ass look.
I told him that if he didn�t have the time that I could just go talk to Hugh.
He put down the paper immediately wondering how I could manage such a task. He mentioned that it was very hard to get in contact with Hugh for any reason.
I tap danced my way around the delicate subject and started asking the questions I had jotted down in the "National Geographic" Mag..
I turned on my tape recorder and this guy really started getting into it. He was happy to answer my questions.
By the time I had reached 18 questions the receptionist beeped in on the phone to let him know that his next appointment had arrived.
I looked down at my watch and realized that we had been in the room for well over an hour.
I picked up my things as if to walk out and the man looked a bit disappointed.
Then I said, �I'm off to lunch. Thank you so much...... Oh, and one more thing, Is there anything you wish I would have asked you? Is there anything you would like me to include that we didn�t cover in the interview.�?
He went on to tell me a story about what inspired him to start working for the magazine.
He smiled and shook my hand.
I handed him my card and said, �Call me when you think of what you want me to add to your story.�
He smiled again. Our attention was diverted to the office door as Hugh walked in.
The old man was alone this time and looked straight at me as he smiled and said, �Hey, I know you!�
The editor�s eyes lit up and his eyes looked like they would bug right out of his head. "HUGH!??!?!?"
I smiled back at Hugh, and I shook his hand as I exited the office.
� Have a great day guys! We'll do lunch!"
I woke up thinking, What the HELL WAS THAT!!!?
