Poor, poor blog
I've totally abandoned my poor blog lately. Life is crazy.
Tried to quit my job without much success. I wasn't feeling good one morning so I called off. The next night I crashed at a friends and figured what the heck I won't go in again. After not going in or calling for three days I worried. Although I'm not working there artistically I do work at a theater and I was wondering what would happen if the artistic side finds out I just walked out on my job. So, I called apologizing for leaving unprofessionally. The next thing I know my boss is calling me asking me when I'm going to be back in.
The following weeek I went on a major bender a which made me come to the conclusion that I'm friggin old. I used to be able to party like a rockstar without a second thought but now my bodies feelin it.
I've got a date for saturday with someone I've only met a couple of times but all of my milwaukee friends are in love with. I kind of feel pressured to have a good time.
Why am I writing this I hate when my blog becomes a journal. Oh well, I definately have nothing creative to say which is why I haven't been writing or painting or doing much of anything outside of my day job and my show. At least it's a post.
Tried to quit my job without much success. I wasn't feeling good one morning so I called off. The next night I crashed at a friends and figured what the heck I won't go in again. After not going in or calling for three days I worried. Although I'm not working there artistically I do work at a theater and I was wondering what would happen if the artistic side finds out I just walked out on my job. So, I called apologizing for leaving unprofessionally. The next thing I know my boss is calling me asking me when I'm going to be back in.
The following weeek I went on a major bender a which made me come to the conclusion that I'm friggin old. I used to be able to party like a rockstar without a second thought but now my bodies feelin it.
I've got a date for saturday with someone I've only met a couple of times but all of my milwaukee friends are in love with. I kind of feel pressured to have a good time.
Why am I writing this I hate when my blog becomes a journal. Oh well, I definately have nothing creative to say which is why I haven't been writing or painting or doing much of anything outside of my day job and my show. At least it's a post.
posted by Unknown at 1:23 PM
1 Comments:
Nothing like the pressure to have fun for smoothing an evening out, no?
Did you know you left a painting at our house? It was all rolled up neat and sweet between the bed and the book shelf. I just found it while cleaning that room out for the next friend-in-residence.
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