March 3, 1997

Mono A Mono

If I'm going to die, I'll try to post a note in my journal about why my posts aren't as frequent.

I've decided it's mono. Chronic mononucleosis. It's the only explanation that makes sense and that people can understand.

I couldn't function well today (after sleeping badly last night), even though I did go in to Babylonian. Part of my task today was chasing Jason Carter and Bruce Boxleitner down to find out when they were available for a TV Guide shoot. When one scene broke so the crew could set up a new angle, Claudia and Jason left the set and I started following. "Watch out, she's stalking you!" said Claudia.

"Hey, it's LA," I said.

Jason said he didn't mind that as much as being stalked by someone he'd never met, so I introduced myself. "Jeffrey has employees?" Jason said.

I passed out when I came home and was late to Directing class. Oops. Sorry 'bout that. Jody rehearsed her scene with a couple of actors. I talked to Kathleen and Gonzo about the project I'm putting together at the beginning of next month (that I'm going to film in my new home! yay!). I drove home. Not much exciting there.

A terrible thing is happening to a friend of mine, *Jane, a successful screenwriter. She just bought a house and is getting lots of projects at studios...but someone is trying to rip her off. Big time. She got a phone call from a jewelry shop in San Francisco asking if she really wanted the $10,000 watch.

Um...why no.

She cancelled her credit cards in a hurry -- just try living in LA without credit cards -- and thought that was the end of it. No, no. The guy from the place she has a mailbox called: someone has called, said they were Jane, and asked for a copy of her application for the box. Then they tried again and said this time just to leave the copy of the application in the box, which means they have a key.

Uh oh.

Imagine your entire identity being in danger. They have the key to her box, which means access to her bank records, credit card reports, and a host of other information. By this point, these thieves may have cleaned out her accounts, including her IRA, and rung up thousands of dollars in credit that she wouldn't even know about because she never applied for them.

Get your credit reports and check them out.