I like rain; at least you know you have fresh water.

Sep 11, 2006 21:54

I am so worn out. I am worn, I am out. I am the lonely pony under the window. And the funny thing is, I haven't even started production.

It's getting to the point that I don't really recall not having a Real Job. I have gotten used to a check every week and even getting up at the same time. And then I didn't get into the 365 plays festival. And now I think sometimes that maybe I'll just be a production manager somewhere forever, and then I have a drink or 2 or and go to sleep at 11 pm, because I'm an old lady now, and I get tired.

I want to move to Seattle and be near Meredith Grey and the Space Needle. I don't want to be in Los Angeles any more. I am done, LA, you hear me? I'd rather be lonely in a city where I don't know anyone. At least then I don't feel responsible.

PS how does the computer have so many icons for feelings, but somehow it missed bad? It makes me feel just the same way that I felt when no one could tell me the word for Homesick in Italian. Cause it didn't exist.
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