Elo!

Today, I went to the opera to see La Traviata that was put on by Opera Manhattan. I called in to see if they needed help with tickets and things so that I'd be able to get work for my admission. I ended up Man-ing the camcorder [a damn good job if I do say so myself]. I had a few friends in it and made some new ones. I thought it was a really lovely production! Bravi!

After I went to the cast party with some old college friends and the cast, I drove home in marginal traffic. I really wanted to go to Trader Joe's to get some salad and almonds and things so I can diet tomorrow, but I left my burlap sack, wait, is that what they are? The bags that you carry instead of using plastic bags? Eh, you know what I mean. I left that home. Came home, took my bro to get some ice cream and am now sitting up planning what to do with my week.

I think I need "Time Management: For Dummies" or something because, I don't have a damn job, I don't have any outstanding responsibilities except getting my ass in gear to lose weight, find a job and become the best opera singer I can be. And not necessarily in that order. Meanwhile, I have bizarre bills and library fines piled up, I don't practice everyday and I haven't gotten more than 2 or 3 job applications out daily. Seriously? I dunno what my deal is. It's weird. I'm wondering if it has something to do with me giving up on finding an actual job. I had one, but that was a random crap shoot. I'd like to work in higher ed but that seems damn near impossible to crack into. Then I barely practice because I feel like i'm practicing incorrectly. Yeah I know right? Master of Music and I dunno if I'm practicing right lol. Wtf.

Hmm. Just some of the things I think about. Figured I type it out to see if it makes more sense outside of my head.

nope.