Slow. Damn slow. Mike got his call from Variety, so he’s a happy camper. I’m sure he’ll get the job, he’s more than qualified- way too much to be in this shithole. Now I just need to find something better suited (or, hell, suited period) for my talents. Such as they are.
Dreams lately have revolved around exes- specifically, Allison and Becca. I even had one about Ryon last week. It would seem that relationships/companionship is at the forefront of my subconscious. Some sexual, others hostile, all of them leave me drained when I wake up.
I blame them, and some other recent states of mind, on the fact that I’m turning 30 in less than a month. I’m not having a crisis or anything, but it’s given me plenty of pause as I assess/do damage control on the past decade.
