I’ve been doing a lot of work lately for my regular job (my day job that is at night, which is already WAY TOO CRAZY of a way to explain that, because it’s a day job AT NIGHT, am I right??? So I just call it a REGULAR JOB. There, confusion OVER.) and for my “what I really want to do with my life” job, which consists of acting, writing, producing, creating, and carving large swan sculptures out of ice with a chainsaw (one of those things isn’t true). Also, as you just saw, I’m getting better at making run-on sentences.
Needless to say, I’ve been excited and tired lately because in order to get things done that you care about and to provide a way for you to eat at the same time, you have to exude a lot of energy. This was evidenced in an IM chat tonight with my girlfriend while I was eating dinner at work:
Me: yeah, work life and “passion life/what i want to work for life” is kinda tough right now. but i’m eating bacon now so that’s good.
That’s right. My only solace is in bacon right now. Sweet sweet bacon. But in a year, I will be further along on my goals and have much more sweet success. And be way fatter too apparently.
UPDATE: I got super sick that night after eating a sandwich and salad with bacon - lots of bacon - all over them. So my only solace is gone. So I’m just gonna be sad. But not fat. And that’s what really matters.
