Mar 22, 2007 02:04
Jesus Christ!
I'm trying my damnedest to be someone I'm not. To be all, hey, ho- let's go! and keep the ball. But I'm not that person and although I have an interview tomarrow (which does put my mind at ease) I have not done what I really fear. 1. Deal with my financial situaton, and I am so scared I won't talk about that.
2. Call up these phenomenal resteraunt to trail at.
I'm supposed to keep my hand in. I'm supposed to prove that I am in it to win it. Which I am, but They don't kno that. I'm just so lazy, with mild to damaging agoraphobia. And I'm afraid of getting caught in catering and inside my apartment.
I must. I MUST trail at resteraunts. If I do not make these appointments tomarrow I will cut off all my hair.
Sunday night I left Blue Hill with the ball in my hands. I am trying not to drop it.