This morning I rushed to work after waking up late (actually after Bernadette waking me up saying -

Bern: Do you work today?
Me: (half asleep in a stupid daze) Huh?
Bern: It's after 9. Do you work?
Me: I don't know.
Bern: Well if you have to work wake up.
Me: I work at 10.
Bern: Why 10?
Me: ...I don't know.
Bern: Ugh!

- and then storming out of my room in justified frustration and confusion). When I got to work they were filming some of the Roni Horn photographs in the library for a show to be on PBS. "Can we use you for a second?" they asked me. "Um...sure," I said, still disoriented from only being up for half and hour and rushing to work. I was told to stand next to a shelf and read a book as the camera moved around me. "And just sign this release for legal purposes," they told me, handing me a piece of paper when I was done.

That's right. It's a glamorous life when you're an extra in a documentary that's set to air on PBS. For next time I know, If I'm ever on PBS again I'll demand a stretch SUV, some ho's and lots of bling bling. Fo shizzle!

(p.s. Reading this blog after the fact I have no idea how it so quickly was reduced from a simple silly anecdote to a ghetto shout-out. My apologies.)