At least things can be fixed. I'm talking about my mood. I'm a moody chic some days, I have to admit. Today was long, ten hours at work, lots of drunks, lots of running from the Snack Bar back to the kitchen for hot dogs and back again. I wanted so much for rain. And it poured for fifteen minutes. I wanted big tips, I made 115. I want to be on TV, and I met Donny Osmond's nephew, who knows people in television. He put my name through to a few big people in LA. I'm not holding my breath, because it seems to good to be true. But one day, I very well could have Diane Sawyer's job. I've only wanted it for eighteen years....
I am one grumpy bugger tonight, only because I worked my little butt off, and have been up for fifteen hours. Nothing like my marathon 52, but still. I'm excited for dreaming. I'm excited for possibilities. I've been trying to find what's been in my mind.
Days turn to night, and it's all mundane. But it won't always be. I'm ready for change, and maybe Donny Osmond's nephew really will help get me there. I just can't read the future.
I came home with a sour face, but as of now, at the end of it all, I can put on a smile because I survived, and it wasn't that bad. I found a little silver lining in myself. That I didn't know was there. Maybe it's because they're drunk, maybe it's because he's famous, maybe it's the rain and tips, but today feels alright now. It's gonna be alright.
True Blood in five minutes. I'm missing Kaiti. That's about all.
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