mightyspork

Sitting around waiting for my 7.50 am flight tomorrow. My "crew" is gone (my mom loves that I refer to the P&T Vegas crew as my crew... but don't tell them about that ok?)... there are some people still left to hang out with... but I am just back to being grouchy and depressed. I really wanna go home, though as soon as I leave I am unemployed again.

Yesterday was crummy... a long, hot day of shooting... I got sunburned.... it was a frustrating day... my plans with Penn's wife fell through.... grumble grumble grumble.

Feel free to read my last journal for something happier... wallow in the fudge, not the depression

(edited to delete my weird obsessing... maybe if I don't see it, it will go away....)