One of these days, I'm going to actually put my foot down.

But it always starts tomorrow.

( Can't take it. )

Booking myself takes way too much effort. There needs to be a website that's like "Jana Fisher needs to email the following venues: ... " because I've spent three hours looking and I've found like 8 that would even consider having me play.

*sigh*

We had a crew Olympics today and I got 2nd in jumpies (a varsity guy beat me by ONE) and 1st in leg press because I'm BADASS.

Now it's 8 pm ... time for bed.

The lady I've been visiting for Hospice for like three years just died. I thought I was a heartless bitch and I wouldn't care, but I feel like so much shit. All I want to do is eat and sleep =/

Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

-- Bob Dylan, "My Back Pages"

Brad apologized.

Too bad I don't like writing, because all I can think of is my as-yet-untitled movie. Especially when I listen to Copeland.

1. Apathy.
2. Arrogance.
3. Anger.
4. Anguish.
5. Acceptance.

( Dismantle. Repair. )