You win some you lose some- for schifilacqua

Okay, I'm starting to turn this into a journal which I never intended to do I always thought a journal was something private for other people to read when you're dead. But never the less here I am spewing the insignificant factors of my life across the web.

The past days have been up and down. I smashed my palm pilot which hasn't been downloaded to a computer in a long time. For anyone who has suffered an addiction similar to mine for my palm you realize that my life was turned upside down. I didn't know what time to wake up in the morning let alone what I was supposed to be doing. I still haven't heard from the coffee shop that lead me to believe I was getting a job. Supposedly he doesn't know if the employee he was interested in me replacing is actually leaving. Oh well, I decided to take another job until I hear from him. I'm now working at the Rep, but not as an actor I will be working in the call center begging past donors to give the Rep more money. I started working yesterday and so far I've been paid to read stuff about the Rep that I already know and listen to people on the phones. My new apartment is quite odd. I like it but it's practically completely unfurnished and I'm sleeping in my sleeping bag and worse the closest bar is like six blocks away! HOW WILL I EVER SURVIVE!!!!!!!