Well then, everything neato and technological just went kaput in the past couple days. So it goes. Currently dealing with the jazz, ah the blue jazz. It comes and goes. It's probably a result of working on
The Shape Of Things which is good for a figurative kick in the face. Great read, shitty after feelings. Long story short, guy meets girl, they date, his life changes dramatically for "the better" and after he proposes he comes to find that her art project she's been working on all along was him, transforming him, his body, his face (quite literally a nose job) suggesting he leaves his friends, sextapes, all up on display for a crowd of people in a gallery. Scene I've been working on takes place right after said display. And somehow I'm not feeling like a bundle of rainbows right now!!!!!!
Regardless, I made to the finals of a comedy contest where if I win I open for Tim Allen, which is nothing short of awesome. Auditions still come, and I still retreat to my ever lonely carpet square at the end of the nights. Things are going well, yet this glum feeling remains. Ugh, it's been absurd lately and my own general introspection is not good in times like these where I just have to keep plowing forward, even if only for a little bit. I don't even know what I necessarily love about any of this.
Other than the fact that I'd rather be doing nothing else.
Okay almost nothing
8/7