We had this great discussion in acting class today, but it just served to give me even more to think about than I already had--as if I need that! I just want to know where I'm going. I want to know where I'll be in three months. I want to know what I'll be doing in a year. But I don't.
I'm tired, and cold, and frustrated, and I just feel like complaining, just a little bit, about all of it. Not a lot, just a bit.
Trouble is, I don't know what else to talk about right now. My mind is just... blah. Dead tired, with nothing left in it. I have to do some soul-searching, but it seems like I have to search about all of it at once, and it's just too much. I can't do it. I don't know how. I can barely handle one thing at a time, let alone at least three huge things at once--decision-wise, and that's not even counting anything else that occupies my thoughts. That's just the decisions I have to make.
*sigh*
I was just about to apologize for making this such a whiny, boring entry about things I've already written about a thousand thousand times, but then I realized that this is my diary, and I can write whatever I damn well want to.
But I laughed today. I laughed harder than I have in a long time when Kat and I went to Denny's, and we were talking about silly boys who obsess over strange things. I laughed when I read the email that Michelle sent me: "The Beverley Hills Bobbits." I laughed when I saw a friend from high school in the mall. I laughed when my boss was talking to some customer's kid, and when the kid left, she yelled out, "Bye Uncle Daddy!"
I laughed, and I smiled, and I vented, and I had a good time. And that makes everything else disappear, for minute seconds, but those seconds add up and can seem like an eternity.
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