One Night in Limbo

One more night in limbo. Tomorrow I go back to sleep in my own bed, even though it is beautiful here. Tomorrow I figure out my work schedule, probably for the rest of the summer. Tomorrow I start planning the rest of my life without bad things getting in my way. Tomorrow I exist. This, today, is just practice. Nothing matters all that much. I can eat anything, see anyone, do anything, and tomorrow it will all be erased. No one will ever remember.

The work on my film is coming along, but now I need to get back so I can put everything together. Right now everything is strewn about in a pile of papers and digital photos that I'll need to print out, and I'm wincing at the amount of ink I'm going to be using to do it. I just hope that everyone at home has their shit together so I can look like I do. Making movies can be very scary and intimidating. You never know what you forgot until it's too late. And I feel like I forgot a whole bunch of stuff.

I'm planning on being very busy with school next semester. Twelve credits. Maybe not. I'm still not sure what I want to do. But the financial aid is running out and I have to get the most out of it, so that means more classes. Plus I don't want to have time to worry about anyone else on campus. I just don't want to be so busy I don't have time to worry about someone off campus. I'm strange. But I'm trying to take precautions. I'll figure it out by then probably. Anyway, I guess that's about it.

We should really talk sometime.