I have good days and bad days. The good days, however, aren't always good. So I guess I have okay days and bad days. Some mornings I sit here aching and twitching for an assignment. I start freaking out. What if I don't get a gig for the next two weeks? Then the work comes. But it comes in bundles. Then I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it all.
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