Inside The Admiral’s Club near gate 43 at LAX and chatting with a gentleman who just flew into LAX from North Carolina to reach his million mile plateau. Priority for life and he is feeling it. Just an hour ago I was sitting on the couch with my wife and two girls, each on their ipads and my youngest, Austen on her nebulizer. Thinking about how much I will miss them on the this short trip to Miami.

Oh Yeah. About that “Admiral’s Club”. That is on someone else’s dime. Flying to meet some corporate brass for a commercial campaign I work on. Used a car service, no traffic and I checked in TSA Pre Approved in seconds! Suddenly I am missing my family a bit less as I am trying to savor all this luxury living!

About that “missing stuff” – fuckin’ therapy – boring it’s way into my feeling’s vault. The one I built since birth. Floppy as an old, weathered baseball mitt, now. Hard to leave the house -even for fun work. And then I think how can our servicemen/women leave their families to go off and fight wars! Holy Crap!

I am also coming out of a nasty bug and feeling pretty close to enjoying a pint and or a nice dram of whiskey tonight at the hotel bar, but we will see. Going to impress the Big Boys, so I need to be on my entertaining/stand up game tomorrow night. My hardest decision right now is to resist all the free food and beer in this lounge so I can defer and enjoy the free meal on the plain. I NEVER act like I have been there before! I will never stop thinking, “ this is so fucking lucky!!! I guess those years as a paperboy and a dishwasher growing up have positively scarred me for life. Apparently there is humility in my DNA, now.

I got to return to Nickelodeon last week to do some “Rocko” pick-ups and heading back next week to do some “Crocker” pick ups. Then I am part of an interesting pitch meeting this Friday, where, if the show goes, I will get to play a father and an ex –alcoholic, trying to patch things up with his daughter. Dark Comedy!

So after next week, it’s all about friends, kids, and a whiskey night with a wee bit of moonshine from GA (researching for that aforementioned, possible role and then Christmas. Then we head to Idaho for our annual trip to the snow and more family and friends.

Those pieces of shit chocolate chip cookies are RIGHT in my eye line!!! All right, just need to make it thirty more minutes and I am off to the capsule. Major Tom to Appetite Control…

-Carlos