Thursday, February 28, 2008

Thursday Morning 8amish


Brewing breakfast coffee. Love that smell.

Getting over dream of aliens taking over world... it was scary. I think it was prompted by the squid scene in pirates of the carribean (2?) when Jack Sparrow jumps into that teethy beastie at the end. All I know is I had two kids and was explaining to one in thebathroom why I had Sharon Stone's face. wtf?

Gotta move my car by nine before the mafai, aka LA city parking enforcement, come shake me down.

Trying to visualize all the money I want to make today instead of daydream about arts and crafts and worry about all the goals I set for myself. My worrying mounts up and sometimes I get nothing accomplished. How does the Fed cutting its rate affect me? Should I join that theatre company? Why does it seem easier to sign up for a cosmotology class than an acting class? Will I make it to the gym today? When's the check coming? Will I make rent? Big worry brick, I set you down today.

Dreading 101 traffic. Watching Joe sleep with his mouth open. It's early and my brain is disjointed. Coffee time.

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