oh, what a crap day

my arm is still sore from the bloody accident, my bank tells me I am spending too much money (as if that was any news for anyone, really, come on, people), my cellphone charger is 300 miles away from me and, apparently, nobody uses the same model in a 300 mile radius. my laptop sits right next to the damn charger, so that I have to go online in this hell of web bar kind of thing that reeks of beer and old smoke at 11 in the morning, and I have to assume that I am indeed one of those sorry sods who spend all day here to game their lives away. the upcoming week is so full already that I am tired just thinking of it, and personally, my life has been more in order, too.

but the blonde coffee house girl saved my day by not charging me for my daily dose of caffeine, and that nearly made me believe in the good again. you know, nick, with the whole "isn't life such a wonder" and all. I know! I want to scream.

friday night

with my dad rummaging in the kitchen next door (he has colleagues over for lunch tomorrow) and my bones all sore from screwing up the choreography (again), I feel fine. no time to think, just work and travel and work again. the show needs to get much better quickly, but it's manageable and fun. no worries tonight, rehearsals tomorrow. the transfer from the rehearsal space to the big stage will be hard, and doing everything with mikes will hopefully not be too weird- but there will be time to get that sorted out later. my fellow castmates are great. there is not one I don't like. that's good.

and you cannot microwave fish in order to save time. it's simply gross.

so I'm not so special after all

yesterday I was on the train back home with the guy who plays sylar on "heroes". he didn't even try to cut my head open and steal my brain.

I feel like such a loser.