Feb 03, 2007 18:08
I broke my bed. And not in that fun way. In that 'the welds we just tacks so I shouldn't have leaned on them but I did' sort of way.
I have a bumchin. And I think I have to come to terms with it.
So I talked to James until Dad showed up at his house. Its nice to know things are going to work out. At least I think they are going to work out. I have to sell a car... but I can do that. It would easily be a thousand dollars... that could be debt paid off somewhere. I can advertise in the tunnels. I hope this one car family thing will work out. I think it could. I just hope I am not getting in over my head.
Dad said my play was remarkable. I hope that it was. I hope Jim isn't just blowing smoke up my ass. We have rehearsals on Monday, just a runthrough in whatever room I can find. To keep them up to par.
My computer is even more organized. So is my music. And I would love to find some episodes of Untalkative Bunny... if anyone knows where to get them, let me know. I miss that show. Maybe I can make the song into a ringtone. I would have to figure that one out. I might even be willing to pay for it. The ringtone. Or the show. Who knows. It reminds me of good times. Screwed up times, but good times. The nice moments during the screwed up time.
I have beer in my fridge because me and dad got too many.
the genius,
theatre,
my family,
the skater,
the top model