Exhausted!

I think I'm doing that thing where I work myself into the ground and get by on 5 hours of sleep a night for a couple weeks and then collapse at the end of it. I'm for sure doing the working myself into the ground thing. We'll see how we go with the collapsing at the end of it. Not literally, of course.

Needless to say, I've started work at the bar and my new boss has taken my "I'd like lots of hours" request with...um...enthusiasm.

It's good. I worry that I am getting away from my original goals, working so hard that I have no time to think, but it's only for a couple weeks, and I really want the money. Plus, I'm enjoying it. Weird as it sounds, I like working in a bar. Plus, the busier I get, it seems like the more I get done. I don't quite know how that it works, but it does.

I admit that I am stalled, a bit, as far as big fat life-plans go, but I promise you after this insane bar stint has come and gone, I'll keep this momentum going (well, maybe after a nap) but turn my focus onto myself and my vision.

I will change the world, dammit. I will make this world a better place. I promise.




The bottom of a martini glass