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04.23.2002 || 10h20 Post-rehearsal nonsense and pricing my belongings. It was painful and I ended up on my arse on the sidewalk. It was an accident. We had left rehearsal loaded down with fencing �p�es and other thespian paraphernalia, so when a castmember swooped by and offered us a lift to the m�tro, we accepted (I fucking *hate* cars, though. If you want to get on my fricking awful side, defend car usage in a major metropolitain area). And when we were getting out at Vend�me, best friend accidentally bounced the swords, handles first, off his own face and my very valuable noggin. the castmember laughed, we were embarassed, and all was well. I am holding depression at bay so far this week. Descending into a pit of depression is just not going to help me, and so much depends on getting a paycheque -- soon. I fired off another CV yesterday. I have a cameraman and possibly a soundman who'll work for free on a one-day shoot. As soon as I'm employed, I'm putting money into that -- Actually, as soon as I have a job, I'm going to pay off all these goddamned *bills*, then I'll start putting my money into that. Heh. Of course, if I don't get a job, I can get some money for my musical instruments, and my camera kit's worth about $1200.-- Hearbreak city right there, but I'm in a really bad spot right now. I'd really rather sell a kidney than get rid of the activities that are keeping me sane right about now, but if I'm remaining sane right into a hole, what's the use, eh? |
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shite One last little note... - 09.21.2006 de-stressing, biking and terrorism - 06.06.2006 Mildly stressed... - 05.29.2006 More crime stupidity - 05.28.2006 Scary stuff - 05.25.2006
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