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I'm very sad right now. I don't feel upset. Just sad. Maybe I'm homesick. I miss how simple things were when I was younger. I'm listening to Jimmy Eat World. Earlier, I was listening to The Jealous Sound. I miss being an emo kid, living in my mother's dining room. I miss it. I didn't write very much this week. I'm not sure if I care. I felt so happy that I didn't want to. It seemed like it would be a chore. I hope I come back to life soon. I'm very lonely. It's getting harder. I'm growing. I'm studying my craft hard. I'm scared about the whole job situation. I still don't have a better one. Apparently, I'm going to be in a situation come January if I don't have one. They'll be scaling down my shifts at Jeckyll and Hyde. I'm gonna be a bohemian for a while yet from the looks of it. I don't want to leave. I don't know where I'd go. If I have to, I think I have other living options. I keep putting things off. I need to stop that. I just get tired. I'm always studying. Seeing theater is becoming a chore. It's been a bit obsessive on my part. LAByrinth Theater Company--the company I'm working for--I'd having a festival of readings that has been going on for three weeks. I've been at every one. It's wonderful and exciting, but I'm getting burned out on it. It ends Tuesday. I can't wait to have a night or two away from the theater. I'm so behind, though, on the Off-Broadway plays because of the festival, though, that I'm going to have to cram some in. Things will calm down after Christmas. I am applying for a position at a children's museum as a guitarist. I'm hoping for it. It would pay $2200 a month. That would be better than amazing. Send your best karma my way. I'm not planning on being cast in a play for a while. Audition season starts in February. I really hope I dazzle them this year. A break would be really nice--even if it were just a little one.