Clown to the left of me... Jokers to the right...

Nothing ever really goes as planned does it?

I am sitting at my new desk at my new job and some old feelings are popping up. There is a feeling a dread that I get every time my "boss" is mentioned. She's a little unstable - meaning, she does very little save read everyone's email and blame other people for things not getting done. She's a bit of a sad sally with a penchant for complaining.

I will say, I dont feel like commiting myself to a mental ward every morning like I did at Ye Olde... but I aint jumpin out of bed singing "Oh what a beautiful mornin'" either.

Theatre people are unhappy people. I have always known that, but I don;'t really know what to do about it. I certainly dont want to go off and work at IBM or something - but what else am I to do?

Can you believe it? I am trying to figure out what to do with my life... AGAIN.

Oh well... I have stuff to do - on todays menu: a class to teach, letters to write, press release to craft, audition to go to and a date tonight. When I put it like that, it doesnt sound so bad ...LOL

plus the poster child for antidepressants has the flu so she is out today.

Lunch at the Macaroni Grill

Back by popular demand.

My blog.

No really ya'll I was ( and still am to a certain extent) so busy that I didnt have time to breathe let alone blog.

But here I am. Trying again. I was really groovin for a while there and then life exploded... well, that's really dramatic but you know what I mean.

Today, I am thinking about why it is that I go to a restaurant and eat three times what is considered a normal human portion.

Why does that happen? No one holds a gun to my head. There was the bread.... there went the bread ( yes, we'll have another LOAF!) Then the pasta... lots of pasta ( oh, I'm full... but this is so tasty). WTF, people!!!!

I wonder why I couldnt have put part of it in a container and took it home or left it at the office for lunch tomorrow? I'll need to eat tomorrow.

I'm feeling overstuffed, guilty and confused. Food is my friend...Food is my enemy.

PS: The bread the Macaroni Grill is laced with CRACK. I'm just saying....