My Girlfriend (yes, we're back together in a very awesome way) saved me with a combination of meticulous care and the "Z-Pack": a 5-day antibiotic course which I'm a big fan of.
I even missed work yesterday--first shift in 11 days due to Holiday Break. This means I have, literally, no money. I'm supposed to pay for the latter half of my writing class @ Second City this week...gonna have to wait. I did ask one of my closest friends to borrow some cash, which makes me feel as worthwhile as the Chicago Traffic Authority employees (people in neon vests who yell and wave orange sticks at cars, even though there's these crazy gadgets called stoplights looming above them) feel when their day comes to a close. It's moments like this that make plunging myself--egregiously--into the restaurant industry (I'm a part-time waiter who's sadly very talented in fine/contemporary dining ) more attractive. And by attractive I mean the venue to exercise some potential--albeit the whole dramatic 'this isn't what I want to do with my life!' potential--and have a modicum of stability. Thankfully I'm in it to win it, as they say.
But I feel unscathed for the most part. Apartment Hunting is shaping up better than it ever was intended on being and I'm confident putting several eggs in this basket. The sense of urgency however is at its limit--I need to move forward with my life and it's tethered to this Project. In just over a month I'm going to be 29 years-old and the Talent/Potential/Age-ratio is getting too close for comfort.
In other, more light-hearted news, I've recently been wooed by an animated series called Frisky Dingo of Adult Swim fame: absolutely brilliant! Their (the creators) previous effort was 'Sealab 2021' which made a ginormous impact on me earlier in the decade (feels neat to say that...decade).
Cheers!
xoxoxo
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