Yesterday I locked myself in Zara and Kingston's study for four hours so that I could read a script and rehearse and prepare my scenes for Monday's fabulous audition. I am very excited to go in and read tomorrow for a lead role in a big comedy. I pray to the universe and to the magic of acting to lovingly guide me through tomorrow's audition so that I do the best audition ever. As I rehearsed and taped myself speaking on my iphone so that I could act with myself, I chomped on a beautiful ham and cheese crepe that Kingston had made for me. When I finally emerged from Zara and Kingston's study, I could smell an amazing chicken curry that was sitting on Zara's dining room table. How could I resist? I sat with them and another couple from the complex and delighted in the fine food. I finally convinced myself to leave but Zara was begging me to stay another night. She offered to blow dry my hair in the morning, tuck me in, feed me more pancakes, read lines with me in the morning AND use some of her Kate Sommerville deep tissue repair cream. I didn't want to tell her that I had already snuck a little bit around my eyes when I was in the bathroom. In the end I did not stay for a second night because I missed Langford too much.

Right now, I feel stuffed to the brim. I also feel angry at the waitress who served me at my friend's going away dinner. She forced me to order way more than I wanted to and now I feel financially and emotionally ripped off. As soon as I sipped my last drop of wine she was right on top of me, asking, no demanding that I have another glass-I didn't even get a chance to think! She also 'highly recommended' the zucchini flowers with shrimp. I got tempted. I swayed. Originally I wasn't even going to have an appetizer! This woman was convincing, I tell you. I, in turn, forced the guy who I was sitting next to share it with me. The appetizer took ages to come out and by that time I had already eaten two pieces of bread (or was it 3?). It was deep fried and not at all like the light batter I had imagined. When I had finally managed to scoff this down, my MASSIVE sheperd's pie arrived. How much does this woman expect me to eat? I ate less than 1/8th of it. I felt very annoyed. How could she have recommended I get an appetizer AS WELL? AND I am a very big eater too. Anyway, the dinner was nice, mainly so I could say goodbye to Alice, a British girl that I met in the supermarket in Santa Monica. I actually sat next to the guy who I did that short film with a few weeks ago. I was sad to say goodbye to Alice, even though I haven't spend much time with her recently. She is a great girl.

This morning I watched Australia get thrashed by Germany in the World Cup at Soho house. It was pretty depressing. The good part was that we watched it at Soho House and that I was the one who organised many people to come and see it. We ate breakfast and drank coffee and champagne as we sobbed. Afterwards we went upstairs to the olive garden and ate some lunch. I had JD, my casting director friend, a bunch of actors and the usual crew. I then left them early to do more work on my script. I got Zara's keys and drove to her house so I could rehearse by myself. When Zara and Kingston finally returned home a couple of hours later, Zara ran straight to the bathroom and threw up. Evidently one to many russian mules.

I am very tired and must now go to sleep on that very full stomach. I am still mad at the waitress. When I asked for a take home box, she suggested they do it for me. I said I'd prefer to put it in myself - who knows what they do to it back in the kitchen? As she walked off to get it, she said, under her breath, "its very hard." Oh, really. How hard can it be to put food into a box, I mean come on! She presented me with a box and I scraped my food into it. Presto. I guess I am a proper person after all. I can scrape food into boxes. Yippee!!