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A better day
The Dime
wilowisp
The show closed last night. Bittersweet, with a tad more emphasis on the sweet. Paulino told me I sounded like Tom during the strike, and I choose to take that as a compliment. We wrapped it all up to the best of our abilities by 12:15 and CIA looks as if we were never there. We also received our checks last night, and this made me happier about the end of the month coming up.

I woke up earlier than I wanted to this morning, and instead of wasting all my pre-noon hours, I left the apartment, bought my father's b-day presents, deposited checks, bought some meatmarket meat, and was at my parents' to paint by 12:15. I spent the entire afternoon painting, and it thrills me to no end to realize that the money I made today completely covers the amount spent today. If only everyday could be like that.

I am in an insanely decent mood. I have high hopes for my life and my future. I still need work desperately, and it is imperative that I get over my introversion and starting calling people for hanging-outings. But deep down inside... whatever's been killing me over the past few weeks had left. Or at least retreated for now.

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