Sitting here in the office.

Not really sure what is going to happen.

I'm not doing anything

except chatting on the G.

Starting a blog.

So clearly - uneventful.

I am supposed to be working on the company's Quickbooks -

but the internet connection blows.

I can't do it.

So here I am.

This weekend I saw Tracy Lett's Superior Donuts.

Sat in the last row of the theatre, in the mezz.

I was completely sucked into that donut shop.

Michael McKean gave a beautifully restrained performance.

Jon Michael Hill breathes life into the show and McKean's character -

he is a really special force.

Weird thing - I didn't feel much of anything until the last 30 seconds on the play.

I enjoyed the first act - thought it was solid.

The lighting was lovely throughout, esp when it sucked me into McKean's monologues.

But then. There is a fight in the Second Act. Poorly Staged.

I don't know - am I really rooting for violence? Not to sound lame, but

I'm so not into the audience being pumped up when the timid man finally kicks the asshole's ass.

Like in reasons to be pretty.

Why am I rooting this on? Masculinity has to be proved by physically kicking ass?

I guess so.

Everyone always applauds at the final blow. Sorta weird to me.

I starting feeling like the whole play was contrived. Fine, solid - but contrived.

However, during the last few moments I became deeply moved and invested.

It was fun being unexpectedly moved like that. It is a very good play.

Kept thinking about the 2 men after it.

ALSO took this picture during intermission. Moved the curtain from a random window in the mezz, and I dug the view:

So anyway I gotta get my shit together. What is next?

Lots of things up in the air. I think it'll be fine.

I also need to clean my apartment. It is such a disaster area.

I keep basically sweeping things under the rug (not literally) in my apt when I clean it.

Put things in neat piles. So it looks clean. But it is really not.

I think I live with a hoarder. Not extreme. But still.

I feel so uneasy with everything such a mess at home. I need to organized our clothes.

They are everywhere. Random laundry baskets full. Things we don't wear. I can't put any clean clothes away bc everything is full. Stresses me out. I want to run home and fix it all right now.

I have to stop being lazy. I am always tired. It is an excuse. I hope I clean tonight, but I am probably going to want to chill when I get home.

I want to be inspired more. Everyday. I crave it.

INSPIRE ME.

I want to live in a pool of happy. Like DuckTales, when he swims around in the gold coins. I want to swim around in good feelings all the time. I'm so over fighting, drama, being tense. Why can't we all just lay around and be happy. And love. Maybe I was meant to be a hippy. I'm not hip enough though. If so, I'd live in a hip hood. I just want to be laying down right now on my bed - arms around my dog and my boy.

lots of space though.

hate feeling crowded.

dog+boy+me on bed - its too many for a double.

Do you ever sit around wanting something cool to happen?

I just want something really really cool to occur.

Right now.

I'm waiting for it.

I guess its that whole INSPIRE ME NOW thing.

I don't know - I have to figure something out. I can't just chill sometimes.

Need to chill.

Everything is fine, honestly.

I want to lay my head down and close my eyes, but I am in a tiny room with 3 other coworkers. I haven't found a good spot in this building to chill. I try the stairwell, but it is uncomfortable and dusty. Sitting on the hard, cold stairs doesn't feel so great.