Run By Fruiting.

I've been walking around in a haze for the past 24 hours. The world is different, colder, less bright.

I walked into the office yesterday to a picture of Robin Williams with the headline reading, 'Robin Williams Dead at 63.' I couldn't process. I didn't process. I didn't understand how monumentally my world had changed in a matter of moments. I sat there for an hour trying to understand why I suddenly felt numb, a numbness brought on by the death of someone I had never met. I didn't know Robin Williams personally; I wasn't a family friend or a colleague. I was a fan. Never had I experienced the death of someone who had so profoundly influenced my life. I was numb. I didn't understand.

I spent the next hour trying to understand this feeling. I trolled through the twittersphere, reading the reactions from people who knew him. Millions of 140 character posts about Robin Williams the man, colleague, and friend. I came across from a tweet from Evan Rachel Wood and I finally understood what was happening. A picture and three small words had made it heartbreakingly clear what I, on a personal level, had lost with this man's passing...

...my childhood. 

Growing up I was an only child; a 9-year old, painfully shy, girl muddling through her parents divorce. I made it through with a genie, an alien, a teacher, a boy who wouldn't grow up, a cross-dressing housekeeper, and a friend. 

So with all do respect to the older and younger generations, you're not going to get it. You're not going to get why I'm mourning a man I've never met. You're not going to get why I feel as though my world will never be the same, and it won't. There wasn't a memory from my childhood, and there are very few to begin with, that didn't involve Robin Williams. I dragged 20 of my friends to see Jumanji for my 8th birthday. An elderly Scottish women got me through my parents divorce. And a big blue genie taught me that I could be anything I wanted to be, even royalty.

So my dear friend, I wish you peace and thank you for all the laughs. I owe you one.

I'm stealing Julie's idea.

My good friend, confidant, blogger extraordinaire Julie Carter did this countdown thingymajigger as her last blog post that seemed like a sure-fire way to get me to actually blog without getting distracted by something before I was done...hold on, I have to pee.

10 - The number of pounds I've lost since I started legitimately trying to lose weight. Ironically enough it's the same amount of weight that I still have to go.

9 - The time last night when I got to the airport to pick up Jude. The time he got out of customs? 10. Freaking foreigners.

8 - The number of hours that the water will be turned off in our apartment complex today. Luckily enough, all of those hours coincide with my conceivably 11 hour work day. Don't worry, I made sure Jude had water and coffee. Jude is in fact my boyfriend, not my dog.

7 - The average time I've been getting off work as of late. We're in final mix on Horrible Bosses 2 which means the sound guys make it sound cohesive and pretty. However, said sound guys are on the clock until 7, which means I am too.

6 - The number of weeks I have left on this movie, which is both terrifying and exhilarating...but mostly just terrifying.

5 - The number of people I considered 'accidentally' ramming into on my way back from Burbank this morning. I'm sorry, but if you drive a BMW, Audi, or Mercedes and are going slower than my Nissan, you shouldn't be able to own a BMW, Audi or Mercedes.

4 - The number of sleeps until Friday. This is the first question I ask myself when I wake up every morning and when the answer is 'zero' I do a little happy dance. True story.

3 - The amount of claps of thunder I heard yesterday. It was monumental. However, a lightning bolt struck the ocean and electrocuted people which dampened the mood a bit.

2 - The amount of weeks until the 2 year anniversary of the Irish guy, who won't leave me alone, and my first date. I figure if neither of us have killed the other yet it's not likely to happen. I will get him to hang up a towel.

1 - The number of trips I have left to make to Burbank today. This wouldn't be noteworthy except for the fact that I already made one this morning. And by the time I leave it will be around 430 at which point it will be LA's version of hell. I scoff at Dallas' depiction of traffic. You know nothing. NOTHING.

Let it be known that, at 4:15 on July 28, 2014, Caroline finished a blog post.

Go Fwogs.

There are 10 tents outside my window.

Elton John has taken over the park behind my building. Yes, the Benny and the Jetts crooner himself has forced the adolescent basketball court frequenters out of their habitat and made them play elsewhere. I'm not as upset by that as the fact he's got San Vicente down to one lane. Ass.

At least I don't work on Highland, or Hollywood for that matter.

Other than that it's Thursday which is not Friday...boo.

The weathermen claim the biggest storm in years is coming...it's sunny outside.

I'll write more when I'm enthused. Now I'm just deleting the entire Lion King soundtrack from my iTunes out of spite.