I can’t sleep right now.  In a little while I will, but then i’ll be up at 4pm, with just enough time to do NOTHING.

I’m committed to several projects, i’m holding a part time job, so I definitely have something on my plate.  But I have no clue apparently how to allocate my time effectively.  I thought that’s what college was supposed to teach me.  Dammit, I wasted too much time on theatre, and not enough time on how to use time!  O lament.

When it boils down to it, I just want to move to Atlanta.  I want to get moved in, get a job, see what I can do about working with Dad’s Garage and some other places, get a second job, and then in that span of time somewhere, i’ll know what life is and i’ll be respected as an artist, i’ll know where i’m going with mhy art dklf and bla bal blalblbsdfnd.

Rach on Rachmaninov.  Tear that piano/violin/cello trio UP.