Its just after midnight and I’m waiting on a ride home from work. My phone is dying as I write this, but I continue. Wine is a great thing but why are people such schmucks when they go into a restaurant? Why do people try to turn a restaurant into a club? These questions and many more are objects of my existence at the moment. Trying to live through another year is rough. I want to write and make that my career but the internship I have is being neglected at the moment because of this job. I like the job and want to continue working and learning, but which will help me more in the long run? This is my 8th day in a row to work. If I don’t get a day off on mon or tues it’ll be 12 days of at least 8hrs or more per night. That’s the life though. I should be glad that I’m working, but I can’t help but wish it was a little bit easier to just make it through another month.

Two and a half hours later I’m still up watching Pinero with Benjamin Bratt. It’s such a great movie. I’m glad I learned that writing doesn’t have to involve self-destruction…well not completely.