August 26, 1997
I have had good luck at Mick Dowd's Casting Studios in the past (the distant past it seems now). But today started out weak. There were no women present while I was their so instead of going in with some cute, young thing, I went in with a fresh-faced curly-haired young man from KSA who, in his words, "only goes out for commercials." Obviously. The copy was fine, he was pretty bad, the scene was nothing special. My curse may have even conquered Mick Dowd's office.