2004-01-27 - 6:35 a.m.

OK, here's the thing. I'm in a slump. A big, ass-fucking, slump (only without the ass-fucking). I can't write. I can't write anything worth writing, anyway. What I'm writing at this moment doesn't even have much of a purpose and is, I would imagine not interesting in the slightest..unless you're just that bored....which you obviously are. I'm sitting in my uber-messy room, listening to John Coltrane, whining about how I can't write worth a crap. ...That's basically all I have to write about. Dude, talk about pathetic. I think I might be able to write again, if I could just have the time to think about writing again. I miss writing; I really do. ...I miss theatre too, for that matter. Lord, do I miss theatre. I've decided to audition for a play in several weeks. I don't care how it interferes with my job or anything. I miss the lights, scripts, company, creativity, non-isololating isolation (it makes sense in my head), and certainly not the least, the stage. I'll frickin' live out of a cardboard box, if it means I can have all of that in my life again. ....Hell, this is just going to be my griping page...I wanna go back to school, too, damnit. I liked college. Hell, I loved it. "What could be better than being able to sit and have information practically poured into your head?", I ask you; asside from performing on a stage that is. Hmph...I've got the next two days off. I'm cleaning my room out, taking a crap-load of...well...crap, to the Good Will, and getting shite done. I need to fix things so that I don't have anything left to complain about asside from wars, human greed, biggots, the NRA, and GWB (may the fleas of a thousand camels infest his genitals). I'm going to find out what kind of loans, scholaships, and grants I can get, and I'm going to look into finding a way to have my work schedule allow for all of this and if I can get a new job if I can't. No, really. I'm going to get on top o' this shite. Heck, mayhap I'll even be able to take a wrecking ball to my wall-sized writer's block.

Well, wish me luck, everybody. ...Or not...Hell, I dun care.....Fudge juice.

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